So scared of getting older I'm only good at being young So I play the numbers game to find a way to say that life has just begun.

By the way, pornography? It's a new synaptic pathway. You wake up in the morning, open a thumbnail page, and it leads to a Pandora's box of visuals. There have probably been days when I saw 300 vaginas before I got out of bed.

I've never done anything because I thought it would look cool.

I can't even explain to you how terrible that feels, that I equate dating a woman with punishment, shame, guilt, disappointment, reproach, reprimand, persecution. It's a nightmare.

You get to a certain age where you prepare yourself for happiness. Sometimes you never remember to actually get happy.

Sometimes you tell someone to never call you again; and then the phone rings and you hope it's them - it's the most twisted logic of all time.

The outcome of a still veracitless life. Am I livin' it right?