The ~couldn't read till fourth grade~ to ~awesome copywriter~ pipeline runs deep in my roots. In my newfound sense of adulthood, I've learned to appreciate the nincompoop that pretended to read for three and a half years and credit my fake page-turning skills to have crafted the richest, most neurotic imagination possible. If you ever need social media content, website copy, a haircut, dry text messages, or stomach-flipping copy, I'm your girl.