Ambien might have mentally just tossed my salad. WITH CROUTONS.

This is terrific! What fun! Maybe tomorrow I can go to the prom with my brother. The day after, perhaps I can wear white pants and unexpectedly get my period.

Despite my best efforts, I'm not quite perfect. Let's just say I'm like one of those Hopi blankets where they leave a tiny flaw so as to not affront the Lord.

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.

I yearn to be a woman of more depth, but I'm not so fond of the path I'd need to follow to get there.

I don't mean to get all religious here, but I'm pretty sure key lime martinis (with a graham cracker & sugar rim) are proof that Jesus loves us.

No, it's not a 'corpse thing.' I feel I lack the emotional capacity to deal with those in mourning.