Ben

So this thing happened once where I came out of my mother, and that must have been terrible, because they tell me I cried and then shit myself repeatedly.

Almost twenty years later, nothing much has changed in the sense that I am still outside of my mother, which I guess is a good thing. Although I don't cry or shit myself, which is also a good thing.

Between then and now, quite a few other things happened. I got educated with education. I got tautologised with tautology. I started being addicted to films and comedy and books and other such cultural oddities. I started writing. I started doing my own comedy. Sometimes both at the same time. I can do impressions. Also I can tap-dance. And chocolate is good. Better chocolate than choconever.

I'm sure I'll remember some other stuff once I've done it.

Anyway, welcome to my world. It's better than the real one.

P.S. Yes, that is a photo of orchids and a light being reflected in a cup of tea. And yes, I took it.