I know I've got an id around here somewhere.

You know what isn't cool? Drunk ex-girlfriends calling you, and yelling that 'you don't understand, because you're just one of the beautiful people!' Now, if she'd just called me beautiful, that would have been fine (Because I am mirror-meltingly, paradigm-shiftingly, Ark-of-the-Covenant, Playgirl-centerfold stunning. Just to clear that up). But essentially being told you're shallow? No, no no. This is a problem with the world at large: the unbridgeable gulf between the (oh god) inner world and the (argh..the pain..) outer. I know it's got something to do with amphibians, but I've had more to drink than my punctuation would suggest and had better devote my attention to not dropping my pizza.