Blah!

I wish I knew the word when I was a little girl. It would have been the perfectly succinct and to the point answer to all the idiotic questions put to me by my parent's colleagues, distant relatives etc etc. The very versatility of the word is quiet astounding. It applies to almost every commonplace query.
'How was your day?'. Blah.
'How was the meeting?'. Blah.
'How do you feel about me?'. Blah.
You get the gist.  
Even though the person who has put up the query may feel a trifle upset but the inner satisfaction the deliciously tart reply provides is quiet another thing, Especially when you happen to have a wretched, long and boring day.
I remember one of my friends who couldn't quiet find enough words to describe her accomplishments, so many were they (according to her). She would drone on and on and on, lost in her soliloquy, awed by her own self (    ' It's so... unfair. Why did god make me so perfect?') while I would look desperately around, catch an unsuspecting victim and quietly slip away to sanity. Anyone who was new to her would be subjected to such ruthless self-marketing and on being asked how wonderful did they find her, the answer would be delightfully grumpy and to the point. Blah!