Today, I got the answers to the questions I've been asking myself for the last 4 years of my life.
Should I ever choose to share the non-fiction piece describing the history of my heart with any living entity, I can assure you, it will most certainly only be to a person I don't know and will never see again.

My Advice: Don't date 20-something's.

I keep thinking that it could be worse--I could be Mia Farrow... but in defense of the opposition, Woody Allen was a crazy fuck.