Picture it. She sits in a faded, cloth recliner every night petting her purring cat and drinking hazelnut coffee. Can you see it? That's not me. Okay, let's try a new picture. She forces the cat into her lap while pounding away on a keyboard in between sips of coke and bites of cheese cake. You know, crumbs in her lap and everything. Got the picture? That's me. Word. Thanks for dropping by my bio!