WHY?

I blog because I'm affected by the obsessive compulsive need to communicate. I'm long-winded for starters. Primarily I like talking to human beings, but I can make do without. When my tongue dries out I turn to a bunch of dark letters consecutively marked on a light background, except I'll take any colors really.

I blog because I kind of like being alone, but not feeling alone, which very aptly matches my fortunate birth in the social network century. If I’d lived a couple hundred years ago I’d probably be a poet or depressed, or both.

I blog because I think I’m a very interesting human being with lots to share, especially my modesty. Life’s shown me what it’s capable of thus forcing me to learn a few tricks I’ll disclose to people if they feed me dark chocolate.

I am Roman, in the most historic sense you can think of. Great, great, great, GREAT granddaughter of Caesar, go prove me wrong.

I’m a cinema Wolverine, silver halide flows through my veins and retractable projectors spark from my hands. That's how I plan to kill everybody in Hollywood and take over.

I like my money right where I can see it: hanging in my closet.
Some have Legos, some have crosswords, I have shoes.

I believe men are bliss. But most of them have turned into rotten shits.

I’m free when I spin on my snowboard and nothing freaking matters.

I may be confused about a lot of things but one is a sterling certainty:

I am moving to L.A. because I’m so good at my job I need to work with the best. What is it I do you say? Take a look at my resume…

Don't have enough? Read my unauthorized autobiography.

Or if you're short on time and ultra nosey here are some quick facts:
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