Dudes, bluishorange.com is 10! I’ve been running this motherfucker ever since February 23, 2000, when I didn’t have any lunch money. Why didn’t I bring lunch with me that day? Why didn’t I go out and buy some food with my bank card? Hell, that office was a whole 10-minute drive from my then-apartment, so why didn’t I just go eat at home? These are questions for the ages, my friends, and we’ll probably never know the answers.
Anyway, here it is, a list of things about 31-year-old me that would surprise 21-year-old me:
I have not become a professional writer.
Not being a professional writer does not bother me too much.
Not being famous does not bother me too much either.
I knew how to sew, knit, make jewelry, and do a whole host of other craft-related things. If you name it, I can probably figure out how to make it.
I have not even moved to another state, let alone another country.
I am still a damn web designer.
I went to my 10-year high-school reunion and didn’t hate it.
I own and know how to operate a very nice digital camera, and have been paid for doing so.
I own and know how to operate a chihuahua.
I drove all the way around the United States. With the chihuahua.
IN THE SAME DAMN CAR I HAD IN 2000.
My diet consists mostly of vegetables and not pasta flavored with packets of gelatinous cheese-like goo.
And yet I’m 30 pounds heavier now than I was then.
I have been to jail.
I have been to Ecuador.
This website is still here.
Or maybe the things that would not surprise 21-year-old me are more interesting:
I am not married.
I do not own a house.
I do not have any children.
It is still very important to me to have a job in which the main goal is not selling people mass-produced stuff they don’t need, or trying to convince them that they need more stuff.
I’m still sporting more than one hair color at any given time.
I have not removed any of my piercings.
To celebrate this dubious milestone, I’ve gathered some of my favorite posts into a best-of category. And here’s another thing that might have surprised 21-year-old me: looking through my archives to find those posts was difficult. Looking through my archives is always difficult, really. They’re a record of all the stupid things I’ve done and ill-advised decisions I’ve made and people I wish I hadn’t hurt and people I wish I’d never met in the first place. One’s twenties is the appropriate time for such things to take place, but mine are chronicled on the internet! For everyone to read about in often-cringeworthy prose!
See, 21-year-old Alison? It’s a good thing you’re not famous.