Well, well, well … I suppose some of you might know me by association, but it’s doubtful many of you have formally been introduced to me.

I am, of course, “the boy.”

It’s been a pleasure to lurk around this lovely place the past few months, with the occassional shout-out thrown in by Ms. EP every once in a while for good measure.

In keeping with the pseudo-mystery EP shrouds herself in, I can only say I’m writing this post from an undisclosed location in EP’s room while I help her pack for the impending big move (read: sit on my ass and sporadically say something along the lines of, “Yeah, I think that will work,” “Sounds good to me,” and “Yes, of course, my darling sweet angel.”)

For those of you who only know EP through StyHand, let me first and foremost inform you that not only is she smart and beautiful (and a damn good master chef), but extremely down-to-earth and charmingly unaware of how rare a person she is. The handful of girls I know who have anywhere near her combination of intelligence and attractiveness are either hopelessly stuck up or alarmingly out in space. EP strikes that elusive balance who don’t find in many places or many people.

Hopefully this has served to give all of you another angle on the girl you’ve come to love.

Well, now I have to finish packing the 327 pairs of shoes EP owns, so farewell for the present…