I can gain an international reputation as the woman with the quick, witty answer to everything, and yet I doubt I have the intellect to pursue serious... anything. I am all froth and no substance.

I am still searching for the "save and quit" button.

On the more mundane side, though, a long, full skirt hides a multitude of sins. And when did pens start becoming so expensive?

I miss something, and I don't know what it was when I had it. Or even if I've ever had it, or just imagined how nice it might have been.

This is bloody depressing. Lighten up!