Welcome to DeeAy.com, my very own little ego trip on the world wide web.
What did I do today? Fuck ass all, that’s what. Don’t take my random profanity to mean that I fucked asses all day – oh, no – that would be too easy. I drove RakE to work, I ate some breakfast, I wrote some stuff, I masturbated to my newly-purchased smut. Oh, I’m sorry .. was that too much information?
Isn’t that just too bad?
My website’s been up for less than an hour, and already I’m talking about masturbation. Raise your hand if you’re really surprised.
I’ve been writing for Delicious Juice Dot Com (nee DeeAy.com) for 10 years today. It’s made me laugh, cry, punch things, and dance shamelessly around western North America. My blog has seen me through multiple moves, jobs, tattoos, and friends. There’s been sickness and healing, love and death, temper tantrums and startling realizations. I managed to keep some – but not many – secrets, and I went so far beyond the realm of “too much information” I’m releasing my own perfume next year. I made surprisingly few enemies, too many friends to count, and talked at great length about the state of my vagina (314 times and counting). For the last ten years I’ve been an unsponsored (no one will have me), uncensored daily blogger – and while the last few months have felt as though I was limping towards an unseen finish line, this isn’t the end. I still have so very much more to say.
I try not to ask people to come out of the woodwork too often, but if you’ve ever felt anything – anger, amusement, disgust, outrage, love, confusion, a boner – at anything I’ve ever written, I’d really love it if you said hi today of all days.
Having a blog on this level of personal is the ultimate in self-involved endeavors, but I’ve grown very, very fond of this piece of the internet. I feel silly for being proud of this thing; for making it ten years without missing more than a day or two at a time – just think of what I might have been able to accomplish had I put that energy towards something useful – but damn that’s a lot of my life spread out on the internet like a sticky, crusty quilt. I am quite impressed with myself. I think I might deserve some ice cream.
Saying “here’s to ten more years” seems more like a threat than a toast, but I can’t wait to see what kind of crazy old lady I’m going to become. I hope I’ll always want to write about it, and I hope someone out there will care.