SHORT ANSWER: I’m a singer (allegedly), writer, part-time beastmaster, full-time nerd, bargain hunter, coffee enthusiast, math survivor, dog devotee, and unlicensed superhero. Also known to shake a little booty, strum a guitar, bang some drums, and conquer the occasional dish pile. Still undefeated.
LONGER ANSWER: Some of the photos I post here aren’t mine. Shocking, I know. Turns out I didn’t personally take every breathtaking landscape on the internet. I just enjoy beauty and dumb stuff that makes me laugh until I question my life choices. As for passion? Still looking. Math was my first love, but numbers don’t exactly cuddle back. So now I chase after pretty pictures and graphics/art—basically my witness protection program from proofs and equations. Expert level? Please. I’m still pressing random buttons and calling it “creative expression.”
Music, though—that’s my real soft spot. I adore the people who make it, sometimes with admiration, sometimes with pure, unfiltered jealousy. I play the guitar and drums with enough passion to convince myself I’m good—and enough noise to convince the neighbors otherwise.
And yes, I’m a critic. Of everything. It’s my gift… and my curse… and also the reason I have fewer friends at brunch. I’m blunt, brutally honest, and allergic to sugarcoating. So if you ask me whether those pants make your butt look big, brace yourself—you’re not getting Hallmark-level comfort, you’re getting Yelp review energy.
I am silly. Please don’t be like me.