Some boys are particular about how they look. I'm not.

I played Winnie the Pooh in first grade. I was an early adopter of standing in front of people and looking like an idiot.

People care enough to write blogs and reviews and things, which is nice.

I remember opening my dad's closet and there were, like, 40 suits, every color of the rainbow, plaid and winter and summer. He had two jewelry boxes full of watches and lighters and cuff links. And just... he was that guy. He was probably unfulfilled in his life in many ways.

It couldn't be a simpler answer. Marriage doesn't really mean anything to me. I feel like in many ways marriage is more for the families of the couple than for the people involved, so I don't gravitate to it.

The great thing about getting older is living life.

I'm painfully aware of my surroundings at all times.