I am a self-proclaimed walking-talking contradiction, a melting pot of hypocrisy and pretentious coffee habits. I dress like a bohemian but have the organization of an accountant. Technically, I am vegetarian but tend to turn into the carnivore I was clearly not be born to be, at the first sniff of bacon frying. And really, who likes a carnivorous, vegetarian accountant anyway? No one. My biggest influence and inspiration is Bob Dylan so obviously, my first entrepreneurial venture was an all-girl band called 'Pink Fudge' inspired by the Spice Girls. I think rosemary tastes like licking a gravestone and Foot Asylum is a crazy name for a shoe store. I tend to ramble and not make any sense, rapidly switching from one topic to another. Salted almonds are delicious. I take great pleasure in fomenting some sort of reaction out of people. Sometimes by saying something controversial like 'Indian men have pigeon-syndrome*' but really, it's causing that tiny smile at the corner of someone’s lips, that fleeting jump in someone’s pulse, or that little tear that dangles on someone’s eyelash that makes me truly happy.