If you want to email me, PLEASE drop your electronic communique to:
But first ask yourself “Why?” Why are you emailing me? What dark paths have led you to this desperate place? What answers can I possibly have? Have you tried Google? I’m sure Google knows.
If you’re viewing this on your smartphone and you’d like the weather in Arizona, press 1 now. If you’d like the definition of “resting bitch face,” press 2 now. If you’d like a PSL or wish to express your hatred for mulberry bushes, press 3. I have no idea what will happen if you press those numbers.