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

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'm not great at the first five minutes, but I'm told the next five hundred are better

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

I have two minutes, which is why you're about to get six texts

I paint nails in a salon the size of a closet in Copacabana, and I know what everyone on this street did last summer