I'm a junkie. A warm-blooded, well-dressed, bad-breathed-at-times, messy-facial-haired junkie of all things culture and couture. I'm somewhat of a crybaby, but I hate soap operas. I love scary movies, but sleep with the light on afterwards. I can be boring, loud and obnoxious and later that day quiet, kind and romantic. I'm always late, but never absent. I always feel like people are invading my life... I constantly feel like a puddle in the middle of street, tires invading my borders, always on their way to a better destination