I was thinking earlier today that love is like food allergies. You're body has too much, overreacts and you can't have any more for a while. Maybe down the road you'll be able to eat it again, but not right now.
So, like any other girl with 'food allergies' of my age in the city, I could get a gay best friend, or fall into a new job paying lots of attention to someone elses' life to not dwell on my own.
Shooting a commercial for General Electric's Green Initiative tomorrow.