Hey, my name is Lily Jacobs! I think I'm your typical city gal pal, but doesn't everyone think they're typical? Anyway, I was born and bred in a part of New York City where the chaos is more... curated. Let's just say my idea of commuting doesn't involve the underground sardine cans.

So, I write. Mostly because my internal monologue is far too witty for just my own head. And yes, I am most definitely a neat freak. My closet is color-coded, my pens are organized by tip size, and my bookshelf? It's a work of art. Do not breathe on it. Seriously.

When I'm not meticulously maintaining order (or crafting my next sarcastic masterpiece), you might find me hitting all the right notes with my singing - a surprisingly pleasant habit for someone so cynical. Or maybe I'll be buried in a good book, or even dancing a bit, given I've been a professional since I was three. Welcome to my perfectly organized brain. Just try not to smudge anything.