I have a confession to make to all of my blog readers…and to people who just happen by here.
I have a problem. A huge problem.
I rears its ugly head daily. I know I need help, but I don’t want help.
If you ask me for one of these, I’ll lie to you. Especially if I only have my favorites. I’m not willing to lend, share or *gasp* give it to you.
I have a problem with pens. My friend and I once spent 30 minutes in the pen section of Office Depot, looking for a good pen. We almost ran over an elderly lady in Target one day on our quest for the perfect pen.
I keep Bic pens in my bag so that I can seem nice by lending you a pen…but if I have to lend you one of my favorite pens, I break out in a cold sweat.
What did you think I was going to say my problem is? 🙂
Deneen White 
Nah , u didnt tell me about the pen problem at all … infat i see only keystrokes :p
I honestly thought you were about to open up about some addiction you have to chocolate or something. Pens!? I love a good pen too, but I don’t search for hours looking for one! Although, I once, by chance, came across the PERFECT pen. I doodle and sketch etc. when I’m feeling creative, so a good pen is imperative. And now that I’ve found this pen, it’s the only pen I buy. No need to scour the shops (stores 🙂 ) any longer. I know where to go when the ink’s running low!