Look at you, lurking in my medicine cabinet. After I specifically asked you not to. Not cool, man.
I guess it’s possible you came here by accident. Like, maybe you can’t read or something? Pretty weird to peruse the personal site of a copywriter when you can’t read, but to each their own. I don’t judge. Not that you’ll be able to read this either. Great, now I feel bad. Poor thing, just bored on the internet, clicking links to pages filled with nonsensical scribblings. I’m sorry and also I forgive you.
Just so long as you don’t try to stick that nosey nose past the cap of my TOP SECRET STASH. Those are not for you, you illiterate snoop.