i think i'm lacking in charm. i don't wear enough skirts or drink enough tea or carry enough trinkets. i love to cook but somehow my food always ends up tasting recycled. you've tasted this before, it says, and you agree, bored, masticating. at least when i was a smoker my lack of charm was made up with edge. no, she drinks whiskey, not tea. she wears leather, not cotton. she'd wax sarcastic before poetic, dahling.

no more edge. not enough charm. it must be a good thing i'm cute.