When I slung myself into the crowd of the newly-thirties, I found my life couldn’t be more entertaining! By day, I work for the man, because good vodka doesn’t come cheap. By night, I scour the city for signs of culture and nightlife. I’m a laugher, through and through. I’m too nostalgic for my own good and other times, too careless. My obsessive compulsive disorder keeps my collection of music at unmanageable levels, which suits me just fine because I’m constantly on the lookout for music that makes my blood boil -it's very much the soundtrack to my life.