Let’s get this out of the way. Yes, my house is a zoo. No, I don’t charge admission. I laugh at my own jokes, talk to my pets like they’re people, and have a weirdly good memory for old jingles and commercials. My crew includes a cat named Winnie, a dog named Peanut, and a leopard gecko named Sparky. They run the place. I just live here.

In another life, I’d probably run an animal rehab farm. It’s kind of funny to imagine, since I can’t stand mud or bugs, but I’ve always had a soft spot for anything that needs a little extra care. I’m a Cancer, so yes, I’m sensitive. I feel things deeply and care hard. But don’t get it twisted. I’m also strong-willed and don’t let people walk all over me. I ask a lot of questions, quote TV shows in everyday conversations, and notice the little things most people overlook. I love cooking, especially for the people I care about. I like trying foods from every country, getting lost in a good book, and spending time with people who are a little weird in the best way. You’ll usually find me hanging out with my pets, watching The Three Stooges, or wondering what it would be like to have a pet raccoon. Because why not.