About me

Welcome to my sheltered world.

I was raised by chinchillas. Our home was in a cardboard box, under a bridge, in a quiet little town. I did not see or learn much from the outside world. I’m sure tales like mine are common and you’ve heard it all before so I will spare you the long story. Because of my upbringing, I am not good with words, with text, or with conversations (since, of course,  I was raised speaking Chinchillan).  Communication is hard for me, as I have yet to meet another human that can speak as I do. I may not acknowledge your words or your presence, but I know you are there and I am glad you stopped by.

I paid someone a box of raisins to write this for me. I miss those raisins.