Some say that Amy, girlie-girl of the first degree, tennis extraordinaire (not really), bearer of the feared and revered pink pen, should switch to an editing color of greater intimidation and formality. She thinks these people are stupid. Whoever said that orange was the new pink was seriously disturbed. When not shooting formidable glares with her "occasionally" sleepy eyes, Amy can usually be found ranting about how Avril Lavigne, the authoress of such profound lyrics as "I don't like your girlfriend, you should get a new one," is in possession of Christian Louboutin shoes while she, who slaves over wordy mannerisms such as "wordy mannerisms," is stuck with her oh-so-fetch black ballet flats. And if not engaging in friendly celebrity bashing (Paris Hilton is a frequent victim), Amy is probably mourning her inability to grow a mere five or six inches so that she can become the next Kate Moss, her role model. Amy also likes to make bad puns.