Wednesday, January 09, 2013

Enough about the future, let's talk about the past.

So because of my post yesterday, Joe went deep, deep into my archives (not a euphemism) and read many posts that I have only a vague recollection of, including posts from my old, old, old blog on DIARYLAND. Remember Diaryland? JFC. He brought it up at dinner last night and oh, sidebar a moment? I have to tell you all that last night I cooked dinner AND we also ate at the table like civilized human people, instead than eating in front of the TV with our plates placed precariously on our laps. I mean, we’ll probably go back to doing that tomorrow night, but if we can eat at the table one night a week SO MUCH THE BETTER.

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 stalking curious about a new person.

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? 

12 comments:

  1. I definitely read the one where you fell into the men's room. I think I read most of them from May 2006. And then I just skipped around a bit. It was fun.

    Also, I didn't read all of your blogs when we first got together because I wanted to learn about you from you and not from what you'd written online.

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  2. Ten years holy shit! That sounds about right for me as well. I think I started in late 2003, early 2004, on Xanga (grooooan). So I guess I'm coming up on ten as well.

    Side note: I love all of you.

    That is all.

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  3. Yay for the webz!

    Also, it is super weird that Joe hasn't read it all already. I always feel like it's unfair how much content there is available for a future boy to read about me when usually he doesn't have the same.

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    1. Yeah, that is super unfair. Though, kind of flattering if it's someone you like.

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  4. I wonder how many people have actually taking a running leap into the brick dividers between platforms 9 and 10 in the off chance they might end up on a train to their safe house?

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    1. I would do it. Just in case.

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