I tried, it was hard, I quit, the end. Story of my life.
I believe that I have such a vanilla life.
Everyone who reads me is someone I'd like to hang out with.
Fortunately, all it takes for us to be of one mind is some buttercream frosting.
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.
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.