I write about subjects that are close to my heart, but not every one of them is necessarily about the men in my life. Maybe two or three at most ... That's why I called it To Whom It May Concern. Go speculate.

It hasn't happened very often that I've actually given my heart. Sometimes I can be completely smitten, but I'll still keep it back at arm's length. Because if I do give it to someone and I get hurt, it's tragic. It incapacitates me. I have to be really careful of that. But that's not to say I would be opposed to falling in love with somebody.

I'm a hypochondriac. Yesterday it was brain damage from the vodka the night before. Today, heart attack - my arm and chest started hurting at the same time.

I'm a hypochondriac. Yesterday it was brain damage from the vodka the night before. Today, heart attack - my arm and chest started hurting at the same time.

I was quite the spoiled brat. I have quite a temper, obviously inherited from my father, and I became very good at ordering everyone around. I was the princess; the staff were absolutely terrified of me.

I have a tendency to kick it up. I like to rattle the cage.