The emergence of something.

I knew I’d eventually take over the world, or at least learn how to balance my own existence on the tip of my finger. It just couldn’t always be this chaotic, could it? I think this is where my love of lists first began – in the midst of absolute chaos and controversial hell. If I could just write it down, in black and white with one of those lovely felt tip pens that aren’t too wide or too narrow, then I could figure it all out. I’d know the steps towards something. I’d know who I was.

And this, my friends, is how I figured out that I was a snarkychick.