About Me 

I'm a student at the university of Toronto. I'm in political science and History.  A typical day in the life of Amy:
Sleep through breakfast-go to class-to the library-back to class-maybe drink a bit-eat-back to library till close-drink a bottle of wine while watching something.

I'm an enneagram 8 for people who understand what that means.

I have serious issue with incompetence, so if you consider yourself to be incompetent hit back on your browser. I'm often outspoken, and I hate being wrong therefore I make a point of being right.  But, by all means, fell free to argue with me and prove me wrong.  There's nothing more fun than an intelligent arguement!!

Oh and I have thing for Eastern European guys...and American farming boys from small towns in the southern states.  There's just something about them.

Words of Wisdom 

Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acid stains you;
and Drugs can cramp;
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live!

Margarita Salt
She walks into the dim lit lounge
All heads look merry as they go round
Dressed to kill and looks to match
The mystery of her eye will be your catch
Innocence loss, she’s fallen from grace
A devil hides behind this angel’s face
You can almost hear the heart beats skip
From the way she licks her luscious lips
Hands long to feel those curves
The sight alone will work your nerves
As she snake’s towards you seduction breeds
She’s never afraid to take the lead
Once in reach of such a treasure
You will submit to this guilty pleasure
A lime between her teeth, she hands you a shot
You take it willingly and know you’ve been caught
Don’t worry; it’s not your fault
She’s just Margarita Salt