Music, concerts, sparkly objects, the words "fuck," "shit," and "whore." Traveling. The Red Sox. Halloween. Nashville's BNA International Airport. Starry nights. Orbit White chewing gum. Chocolate covered pretzels. Sitting outside of concerts for twelve hours to guarantee front row positioning. Driving way too far way too fast way too late at night with way too little sleep. How there are no cacti in Las Vegas. Flowers (especially Gerbera daisies). Butterflies. Cadbury Mini Eggs. Claude Monet. Unicorns. The color purple. And, of course, both Finland and The Netherlands.
There are times that the music I love and the people I love become inextricably linked.A list of current obsessions includes, but is not limited to, the following: Within Temptation. Halestorm. The Dresden Dolls. The lovely Ms. Amanda Palmer. In This Moment. Stolen Babies. Lacuna Coil. Shinedown. Bloodflowerz. Lily Allen. The Dixie Chicks. Leaves' Eyes. The goddess herself, Liv Kristine. LOURDS. Tapping the Vein. The Vincent Black Shadow. Taylor Swift. Serena Ryder. edibleRED. The day after.... The Birthday Massacre. Hole. Courtney Love. Nirvana.
They put me to sleep.
I have an unhealthy addiction to CSI.
Law & Order fills in on the rare occasion that someone doesn't have a CSI marathon on.
The Fresh Prince of Bel Air and Nicktoons are also fantastic.
I breathe literature. It's my escape and, thus, my sanity.
Feed me anything by Jacqueline Carey or Virginia Woolf and I'll love you forever.
*Emily White. Not only is she my music industry mentor, but she has impeccable taste in music.
I wish Jorja Fox was my best friend. Even if she is almost as old as my mom.
* Gravity Plays Favorites : Michelle and Katrina, the most incredible dancers on the face of the planet, and total sweethearts to boot. Check them out. Pronto.