Occasional Writer | Full-time Misfit
Maybe life’s ultimate purpose is working in a convenience store.
Willing to admit I don’t have taste.
Rethinking my own mortality.
The plot might be manufactured but it’s a good time.
Chimamanda was my age when she gave us this gem.
Ironically, lackluster.
All I want is variations of this book from now on.
Contender for okay-est book ever.
Uhm, yah, girl friendships are weird.
