...you sometimes need really special shoes...

Instead of lying in bed worrying about the world ending, and papers failing, and people leaving me (or worse, never coming to me) I'm sitting on the Green Couch with bought-today ice cream and a Lindor. Over MSN we are discussing men and perfect on papers, trying to find a magical formula to determine at what point one should cut losses, and Settle. Ever?

Sometimes I settle for the not-so-fitted jeans on the sale rack, but I can throw those away after a season. You know what I'm saying?