Yelling with my mouth shut
New QOD in honor of the love/misery fest of February 14th.
yelling with my mouth shut
I was going to celebrate my one year blogaversary all month and then I realized I just didn't want to. Today is the actual day of the anniversary; the first day I sat down at the computer and starting pouring my heart and soul out to all of you. Ok, I had two readers at the time. Me and a friend who I forced to go to the page. And I wasn't really pouring out my heart and soul so much as making fun of Dick Cheney. Some things never change, eh?
I had these intentions of writing a long post about everything that has happened to me because of this blog in the past year. And I was going to pick a few posts as my "best of" for the past year. I was going to do so much until two things happened. 1) I woke up with a nasty cold and lost all ambition to think and 2) I realized - who the hell cares, anyhow?
I do want to say that I made so many good friends over the course of the past year. People I never would have met were it not for this little old weblog have become my nearest and dearest friends. It occurred to me just the other day how much this little community has meant to me when I received an invitation to Nancy's wedding in the mail, and when I seriously started thinking about overcoming my claustrophobia/fear of flying to get down to Florida to see a beautiful woman get married.
I started this weblog to have a space in which to put down my feelings and ramblings and general idiocy that no one else wanted to listen to. One year later, it has become a network - a lifeline of communication to people whom I have come to love and cherish as if they were family. I could not possibly list each person who has done something kind for me or offered their friendship. But you all know who you are because I have made sure to take the time over the year to tell you just what you mean to me.
And thank you to Justin for understanding my obession with my little place here. Thank you for understanding my need to post every day, twice a day or more. Thank you for your encouragement and your ideas and your sense of humor. Thank you for not leaving me when it became obvious that the weblog had become "the other man" and thank you for being the loving, wonderful person you are, the kind of person who understands my need to do something for me. I love you.
It's been one hell of year. If it weren't for this weblog and the people who read it, I may have had a nervous breakdown by now. I hope I've done the same for some of you, that I've given back what you all have given me.
One year and many friendships later, thank you.