adventures in instant-messenging, continued

A conversation held at two computers about 20 feet apart, while I am ostensibly packing up my wardrobe and throwing out clothes I don't wear anymore.

Me: I have all this clothing, and yet there's nothing I ever want to wear. What's up with that? Why must it be this way?

Dave: You're a chick.

Me: But I don't want it to be this way, and yet I want to keep my vagina.

Dave: I don't know what to tell you. Evidently, they're inextricably linked.

Me: Dammit.