If you asked me to tell you three things about myself and three things only, I’d tell you three different things every time you’d ask. I’d probably start with the things that could most easily land me in a mental hospital:

1. I feel the storm before it ever shows up.
2. I like to watch things burn.
3. Murder is my favorite: Books, comics, movies, television.

The next three wouldn’t be that much of an improvement:

1. I am obsessive about Henry VIII.
2. I’m almost as obsessed with the American press in Vietnam.
3. I don’t fear death. I fear life.

Slowly, I would work my way into more traditional waters:

1. I’m secretly a Disney Princess.
2. Socrates and Audrey Hepburn are my idols.
3. My last meal would start with some nice hot tea, segue into Thai food and Tums and round out with an entire Mrs. Smith’s cherry pie and a cup of coffee.

I’m sure you can see where I’m going with this. I am a girl of dichotomies. Horror movies and fairytales have equal sway with me. I will fight you over an Andrew Lloyd Webber or a Michael Bublé CD, but I’d rather listen to Alt Nation on my satellite radio. I love making cakes and other sweets from my own recipes, but I seldom eat or even enjoy them. I’ve started 9 novels, 4 series, 2 children’s series, 1 short story, 2 comics and a book of poetry; I’ve finished 1 children’s book, as yet unpublished.

Recently — and by that I mean nearly 2 years ago — I graduated with two college degrees in Journalism and History. I yearn to go back to school, as I was always meant to be a professional student. Alas, Uncle Sam sees fit for me to get a job with the second most useless double major in the history of ever (the first being Philosophy/Underwater Basket Weaving).

Until that shining day when the job market recovers — which it may never for those with skills such as I — I drive my mother to distraction, supply my father with bandaids and keep my fiancé on task, all while raising three cats, two dogs and a gerbil with a nervous disorder.

justanobsession (now #CallMeSupergirl) has been around the web for ten years this past October/November. It has seen more purposes and incarnations than I can presume to remember, but through it all it has remained quintessentially me. As 2010 comes and goes, I would like to raise a toast to the perseverance of the internet and, more specifically, to blogs. I don’t think the founding fathers could have envisioned where the 1st Amendment would take us, but I dont’t think they would have minded too over much.