Anyway, what was I saying? Oh, right. DIARYLAND. It’s my own fault, for linking to a post from 2006 yesterday, leading my naturally curious (NOSY) husband on a journey through my other posts from so many years ago. It wasn’t really that bad, though. I don't think I ever posted anything all that embarrassing. Well. I mean, it might have been embarrassing to a normal person (see: the time I almost fell into the men’s room) but it wasn’t stuff I'd never tell anyone. Honestly, I’m a little offended that it took him this long to read all that old stuff. I know there’s a lot of it, but he wasn’t curious at all when we first started dating? I guess that’s the difference between us, because I use the Googles whenever I’m
I guess he made up for his earlier non-snoopage because he read A LOT of stuff yesterday. Just...a LOT. He told me all about it when he got home from work. He had questions, you see. Mostly about a story from the old, old blog involving me almost getting kidnapped by a creepy man at the park (EXAGGERATION, DID NOT HAPPEN).
It was only when I went back and looked at what he was talking about that I realized I’ve been blogging for almost ten years. Ten years! That’s a long fucking time! It’s easy to write that off as nothing. After all, it’s not like all of my blogging has gotten me a book deal or even made me internet famous. But without this blog, I wouldn’t have met any of you, and that would have been terrible (UNDERSTATEMENT OF THE YEAR ALERT). Even those of you I’ve never met in person feel like close friends. So if the internet apocalypse ever happens (NOOOOOOOOO), I’m going to be really pissed because I only know how to get in touch with most of you through imaginary methods. We should really designate a safe house, so we all end up at the same place. I suggest Hogwarts. All in favor?