My radio show starts at 1am and reaches four blocks of Brooklyn, one laundromat and a flip phone taped to the mixing board

I'm told I'm exhausting to argue with, mostly by people who lost

I walk runways for a living and trip on my own stairs for free

My kiln, Lennart, runs hot on the left, so every mug I make leans left

I remember everyone's order, and somehow everyone's secrets

I've done makeup for 206 brides and introduced three couples, and the only person who has ever set me up is my mother

My webtoon has exactly 41 readers and I know most of their usernames

My name is in tiny print on three songs you've sung in the car