I think the first couple of times you do make-out scenes, you psych yourself out and it's really nerve racking.

I think you kind of have to put yourself out there.

I've named a couple things after Edgar Allan Poe: the cat, and my garden upstate, where I only planted black flowers and purple flowers - and there's a raven statue.

Fourth of July. My birthday is July first, and my best friend's birthday is July fifth, so it's always been a favorite holiday. It's all about having a cooler full of sodas, hot dogs, and just hanging out and shooting off firecrackers, being low-key, watching the fireworks.

For me, I always wonder what's worse: an emotional betrayal or a physical betrayal? That's a really tough call.

Of course there are times when I think, 'I'd be better out of this.'