I’m Erin. I’m not really known as anything else. Erin will do.
I’m 18. Find a way to keep me 18 for a few more years, and I’ll love you.
One of my biggest fears is that, one day, they will stop making Vanilla Coke.
I adore animals. I have no patience or respect for people who harm them.
Yet, I’m a meat-eater. I feel no need to justify this.
I live my life without religion, or the belief of any other higher power.
However, I do believe in some version of Karma, and I have an unwavering moral compass.
I call myself fashion-conscious and creative. Others may call me vain.
In any case, I’m definitely colourful, and usually broke.
My life is a movie.
My iPod is the soundtrack.
My friends are the main and supporting cast.
So, in their words…
“A generous giver of accommodations.
Has a healthy sense of scepticism.â€
-Orlando.
“A generous giver of donuts.
Has a healthy dose of innocence.â€
-Travis
“Has an intense love and respect for the greatest civilisation on this planet. Understands that good friends will put their heads against the sand at a beach so a penis can be drawn entering their mouth.â€
-Adrian
“Oh, Erin, yeah Erin's great.â€
-Mark
“She is love. She introduced me to dresses, Japanese chicken and gin. She's probably less proud of that last one.â€
-Kaz