This all started over spongebob fanfics.

I’m not even kidding.

When I was a kid, I used to write SpongeBob fanfictions with a pen and some college-ruled paper. I carried my stories in a binder that I took everywhere.

Anyway, here I am today. A thirty-something writer who still watches cartoons on the weekends and never wears matching socks.

Can’t really dance other than the rockabilly stroll. Don’t ask me to sing.

I love tattoos, punk rock, and my cat. Her name is Betty.

Chicago-based.

And I know this is sacrilege, but I put ketchup on my hot dogs.