I want to live just off Times Square (or realistically somewhere where you can find coffee at 4 am), hang around with Kate Moss and party with Jean Paul Gaultier whilst inventing a new way to drink champagne. Or maybe live in California, the Starbucks capital of the world you know. I want to be in an infomercial (just for the sake of it) and join the George Foreman grill trend (who doesn't have one?) only to leave it collecting dust on the worksurface. I want to actually have breakfast at Tiffany's, screw that I would not mind living in Tiffany and Co - or perhaps the Louis Vuitton store, I'm not fussy. The Sunglass Hut is my home away from home, I would not be able to live with my D&G, Chanel, Ralph Lauren and Michael Kors sunglasses. Well I would, but I wouldn't want to. I feel safe when I wear sunglasses and quite a few of my sunglasses have nostalgic correlations. I love Starbucks, I could care less about Starbucks supporting Guantanamo Bay. I am quite happy sipping my Italian coffee, that Italian's would not recognize as coffee - but what the hell just ask Marks and Spencers about their alleged Italian suits. My [pa]rental units are nearing fifthy or over (I think), I lose track. I don't want to live that long, I mean god old people are scary! I couldn't possible let myself become one. Death at thirty-nine or before, please. Preferably a dramatic true diva style death on linoluem flooring, because thats just how I roll. I would love to drink champagne and dance all night, but sadly noone around here is classy enough to have such a soiree. 'Wusta Massive', is what my humble home town is called. It is far too tame for me, I am a city 'boi', at heart anyway. Oh yeah I better mention this; I am a conceited snob slash designer slut slash reject slash loser slash outcast with corrupted morals. I have a certain, 'panache' and exceedingly good taste - if you disagree I don't really care albeit I will question your taste. I want to be perfect, but you know perfection is exhausting and impossible half the time. Near perfection is not good enough. I have always liked to think I am quite, classy, but I'm not. I'm not going to say music is my life (like every other fucking llama says), because it isn't; but don't get me wrong I love music. I am very insane and extreme or intense you choose. I am one extreme to the other, if I do something I do not do it fifty percent - I go the full way.

defying gravity, shopping, fashion, light frappachinos, starbucks, performing arts, art, kate moss, abercrombie & fitch, marc jacobs, henry holland, ashley, sylvia plath, calvin klein, chanel, diesel, d&g, emporio armani, topman, river island, m&s, next, h&m, contact lenses, dunlop green flash, SGH, early mornings, late nights, hugs, jean paul gaultier, dior homme, g*star, ralph lauren, sunglasses, vogue, toni&guy, photography, hugs, kisses, parties, music.

the kinks, radiohead, iron & wine, the beatles, the clash, the sex pistols, john lennon, calvin harris, vive la fete, damien rice, gym class hereos, dashboard confessional, fall out boy, ok go, paris hilton, sean paul, sophie ellis-bextor, imogen heap, jason mraz, gwen stefani, regina spektor, bright eyes, shikari, no doubt, bob dylan, avril lavigne, interpol, klaxons, the libertines, stefy, fergie, tegan and sara, jojo, rilo kiley.

breakfast at tiffany's, east of eden, rebel without a cause, roman holiday, my fair lady, closer, fight club, prozac nation, the virgin suicides, donnie darko, clueless, mean girls, high school musical, jump in!, mean girls.

the o.c., skins, ugly betty, lost, mtv, america's next top model, britain's next top model, project catwalk, project runway.

prozac nation, the virgin suicides, the devil wears prada, the bell jar, anne rice's vampire chronicle, anne rice's mayfair witches chronicle, the lord of the rings, the importance of being earnest, harry potter, a series of unfortunate events, audrey hepburn's biography, harry potter, vogue, elle, esquire, gq, wonderland magazine.