I've been reading blogs for as long as I can remember. I started reading Dooce years ago, before I even really knew what a blog was. From there, I found more and more blogs. And that's when I fell in love. Not with writing, but with reading. I found that these people I had never even met were more interesting to me than 90% of the people I was around on a daily basis. They were funny and offensive, and they didn't give a fuck what anyone else thought.
I was (and still am) so envious of people who can put what they're thinking into words that resonate with others. Some people have this amazing ability to give people goosebumps with only their writing. That felt so powerful to me. Even though I didn't consider myself a "writer", I wanted to be a part of this group of people.
After starting this new bloggy home, I realized that blogging is not even close to what I thought it was. At first, blogging was a place to read and share funny stories. A lighthearted hobby. Something to do when I was bored at work. After a year, this blog (and you people) have become so much more than a hobby to me.
I never expected to read such personal, beautiful things in the bloggy world. I never expected to have my whole day go from shitstorm to wonderful because of a funny comment. I never expected to fall in love with so many of your faces, because you get me. Through this blog, I've made friends. Not just online friends. Real, disgusting, hilarious, perverted, silly friends, who know how to make an offensive joke and who make me say, "ZOMG, you noticed how big that guy's package (SFW) on Ever After was, too?!"
Your comments make me laugh and love you even more. I can't count the number of times I've woken up to a comment that made me lay in bed laughing so hard, my stomach hurt. Or the time I was crying in my car when I checked the mail and found a postcard from a bloggy friend that made me giggle until I'd almost forgotten what I was crying about. Comments that get me through the work day. Emails that get me through a down period in life. Jokes that make me thankful there are people with an even sicker sense of humor than me out there, so when we get to Heaven, Jesus will be all, "Well, you're not as bad as that guy... I guess you can come in."
Even months later, I read this post and the comments from you, and it makes me cry. And that is exactly what people who don't understand the blogging world are missing out on. They don't get that we aren't just a list of websites linked together. We're a goddamn community. We protect our blogging friends like mama bears, we embarrass ourselves for the sake of cheering each other up, and we give damn good e-hugs. (Along with e-head. But that's a different post for a different day.)
I thought that I was supposed to be like all these blogs I read. I thought I should be writing emotional things that make people cry. But that's just not my place in blogland. I'm not a sappy, emotional girl, so why should my blog read that way? My blog is me. It's silly and vulgar and immature at times. My blog is that girl who is crazy as shit and throws things against the wall but apologizes for it right after and you still love her because she's just too fucking adorable not to love. Yes, that's my blog.
So I want to say thank you. Thank you for letting me into your lives by writing personal, lovely things that I'm glad I get to hear about. Thank you for giving me something to look forward to. Thank you for giving Andy and me fun projects to work on together. Thank you for making me laugh and making me cry and everything in between. This year has been one of the best years of my life, and I don't doubt for a minute that part of that is owed to this blog and your blogs. You're all amazing. Now let's make out.
P. S. Not only is it my bloggyversary today, it's also the one year anniversary of one of my best (and first) bloggity friends ever, Courtney! Go read her blog because she's hilarious and gorgeous and that bish. Also, she sent me a book called "Nuns Having Fun." It doesn't get much better than that, folks.
P. S. S. I promised you some pictures, right? In my vlog yesterday, I showed my huge ass homecoming corsage. Here are the best pictures I could find. (My mother has most of the pictures from that time period at her house.)
And because I'm pretty sure I've never showed y'all a picture of our high school danceline outfits....