What can one say, really? I love how these self-penned blurbs are supposed to somehow encapsulate the entirety of our being, or at least inflate them to an uber version of our real selves. I could be hit by a Mack truck tomorrow so let's just be honest here. Me, I'm a film grad not working in film, so that's enough to provide some angst right there, but I also write to take the edge off. A consumate moviegoer and utter Netflix addict, as well as a non-discriminating music fiend and part-time photographer, this helps fill the void of the grind that has become my life. And though nobody's ever guessed it correctly, my heritage is mostly Brazilian, not Italian/Greek/Iranian/Spanish/Armenian. Yep, someone guessed Armenian.
