I wouldn’t necessarily say I’m not a “healthy” person. (I mean, I’m not. But God told Adam and Eve not to eat the forbidden fruit – and he never said which fruit, so clearly all fruit is evil. That’s the argument I make with my parents, and it’s the hill I’ll die on…

…at age 40, because I didn’t eat enough fruit.)

But I would definitely say I’m not well.

And that’ll become painfully clear, if you decide to follow me on this new journey.

And what’s not fun about that?

I’m obsessed with comedy – to a very “unwell” degree. “What makes people laugh? What exactly about that was funny? Why didn’t they laugh at this? Why am I not funnier?! If they don’t laugh at this, I WILL FIND A WINDOW…”

So I started this blog/podcast thingy as a way to channel the chaos. To share my strange thoughts. To maybe make one other person laugh. (As opposed to watching an entire room, you know… not.)

Also, my mom found my TikTok. So I need a new place to hide.

(Watch the video below for the full breakdown of how I got here.)

This space won’t always be polished. It might be raw. Ranty. Ridiculous. Sometimes I’ll write. Sometimes I’ll talk. Hell, sometimes I may even sing.

But I’ll always be honest. And hopefully funny.

This is where the jokes live when the stage goes cold. This is where the feelings get filtered through sarcasm. This is where I riot. Quietly. Consistently. Chaotically.

Laugh if you want. Or don’t.