"What ever makes you weird is probably your greatest asset" - Joss Whedon That's me, a good ol' bird. A majestic stork to be precise. I can be found lurking in used book stores throughout Toronto and eavesdropping on strangers as I invent backstories for them. I've been called a hipster, but I promise I only wear huge non-prescription round glasses to obscure the ridiculous nose my Greek ancestors cursed me with. Credentials include:- once mailed a piece of a magic mushroom to Switzerland - played cards against humanity with a girl who wants to be a nun- owns 350 books- dropped an antique cannon ball on my finger at a museum - ate nothing but 2 avocados in 24 hours one time - threw a fire cracker into a bar and almost got arrested- is related to professional clowns- officially certified "weirdest person Lauren knows" (thanks Lauren)- journal from when I was 9 says I called a guy cheese face and threatened to beat him with a kayak paddle So stick around and read some of the experimental work I've started uploading here. Sometimes I fancy myself a female Augusten Burroughs. Other times I want to set everything I've ever written and myself on fire.