The Horror Digest Turns 1!

Well, I don't know where you were last night but chances are you missed the biggest party of the summer. Naked girls, lots of alcohol and Puff Daddy really made the night a magical experience. That's right. The world came out to celebrate this blog's very first birthday.

It's hard to believe it's been a whole year already. It seems like only yesterday I was sitting around with no pants on and ruminating the inevitable burden of unemployment and a really really hot summer. On this day last year I decided to get up and do something, so I got up and I sat on the couch and started this blog. This VERY SAME blog. A year later and things have gotten good. Like, really, really good. For starters I decided to wear pants again. After that, I got a job! And before long The Horror Digest began to take off and make its imprint on the horror blogging community.

Along the way I've come to know a lot of truly great people that I am lucky enough to call my friends. And so I dedicate this year to you, my horror blogging buddies and my devoted readers. Without you The Horror Digest may never have seen its first birthday. Without you, it may have died....and even though none of you came to this rocking party that was thrown (I only sent the invitations out 6 months ago guys!) you can pretend that you did just by looking at these awesome photos that were taken by the Paparazzi.

Things got crazy almot immediately when I tried to kill my sister's cat for not being photogenic enough on the red carpet.

Thanks to a surprise last minute gift by Ace of Cakes, this lovely creation was dropped off seconds before the party began. Look for me on the next episode!

Time to sing happy birthday to the birthday boy. Don't worry about that lopsided number 1 candle it was deliberate...

1 year old and already blowing his own candle out.

Hooray! Yeah I was pretty trashed at this point obviously.

Just kidding. I would NEVER be drunk for my blog's first birthday. That's just bad taste.

Well I guess that was it...Yeah you're right I completely lied to you. You got me! Puffy Daddy was not there and neither was the Paparazzi.

What really happened was this: I paid Emmy Doomas 5 dollars to take some nice little photos of me and my blog on his big day. I made the cupcakes by myself (hard to tell I know) and then I ate all of them. No one got drunk and no was even there. It was just me being lame.

But on a serious note I did happen to make this really awesome Suspiria cupcake.

It may possibly be the best thing I've ever made in my life EVER. I also ate it shortly afterwards.

But seriously folks, thanks again for being friends and readers of The Horror Digest. Here's to another year of wearing pants!