I’ve got a blanc space, baby

And I’ll write you’re lame.

Who am I?

Ugh. This. Okay, here goes.

I’m Michael.

I like writing and talking and reading and watching.

I straddle Gen Z and millennial.

I’m a Carrie (duh).

One time I went on a date with someone whose job was to dress up as a Minion at Universal Studios. The sex was fine. He ghosted me afterward.

Here’s to us.

I like architecture and history and almond croissants.

I like Beach House and the xx and Lorde and that one song that I can’t remember the name of.

I’m sick of Marvel movies, but I’ll see the next one.

Cancel culture isn’t real. Okay, maybe parts of it are.

I think that Marx guy has some nifty ideas.

I’m afraid of cockroaches.

Whatever happened to fun? I’m so bored I could die.