I believe that I have such a vanilla life.
I still believe in the Holy Trinity, except now it's Target, Trader Joe's, and IKEA.
Ambien might have mentally just tossed my salad. WITH CROUTONS.
Fortunately, all it takes for us to be of one mind is some buttercream frosting.
When did the cell phone become a license to be rude? And why must I be subjected to your personal conversations?
As a reader, I notice political views regardless of whether or not the book is fiction. What annoys me is when said views do nothing to advance the narrative.