Interpol, Gael Garcia Bernal, Quentin Tarantino, The Strokes and Greg Sanders from CSI are all my luvah-boys.

MP3 players with rechargable batteries, carrots in salad and unflushed toilets make me mad.

I have no life. seriously.

I'm studying journalism at Ryerson next year and after that I plan on moving to New York one day. While there, I will snort coke with Carlos D. of Interpol, work for NYLON magazine, live in a small, cramped loft in a bad part of town, go bar-hopping every night and spend every last dime shopping on 5th Avenue.

I hate planning, but I always end up being the one who does it.

Reptilia and the New are my jams

Ain't life grand?