I wouldn’t bother to describe me. My blog is fueled by existential rubbish, hedonic behavior, incessant whining, my inner ratchet, the loss of all my inhibitions and living my own sexual revolution, one frontier at a time. I’m a writer. I survive on intimacy and tomorrow. I make art. My skills include falling in love with people I can’t have, saying the most inappropriate things and talking to a camera on youtube. I’m an aspiring minimalist. And I’m just as unique as the next chick claims to be. Follow me down this rabbit hole. We’re all mad here.