wannabe-carny, grunge relic, addicted romantic. has a fondness for swings in parks, the smell of rain, lazy sundays and driving around road-testing mixtapes. sold her soul to rock'n'roll after she saw kurt cobain on headbangers ball at an impressionable age. considers it the best purchase she ever made. likes taking pictures of nothing much, making top five lists, inebriated games of scrabble and putting the morning off until the afternoon. thinks elliott smith may have said almost everything she'll ever want to. has the navigational skills of a brick. litters her bags and lapels with pins, and will bestow similar fates upon yours if you're not looking. has found a recent affection for fresh flowers, old teapots and drawing designs for tattoos she'll probably never get. still looks at the shoes first.