figures

i could set my watch by the certain predictable phenomena in my life.
like the fact that every purchase i make of a super-cute, super-cheap, white article of clothing results in my spending twice as much time and money looking for the necessary undergarment to wear under it.
or that while i somehow manage to pass myself off as witty and charming to my girlfriends (i think) without trying very hard, the presence of any cute neurologist (take your pick) turns me into an inarticulate stick in the mud.
being a girl is hard.