I am that unfortunate girl whose dying words are fairly likely to be, "Oh, enough about me. How are you doing??" I'm the weirdo who lives without tv and looks at you blankly when you talk about Boston Legal. I'm the chick in the waiting room who smuggled in a thick library book in her purse to read. I'm the odd antisocial coworker you have who sits silently behind her headphones all day until some random moment when something totally unexpected and vulgar and bizarrely hilarious comes out of her mouth and you snort. I'm the one in the short skirt and long jacket.