Biiiiiiiig Fun With the Wretched

Somebody partied hard the night before Thanksgiving, her first real party since February 2020.

Somebody is now spending her fifth day in her home, awaiting test results, and manically running around her apartment sniffing things in hopes she can smell something.

Spoiler alert: she cannot.

That’s all I’ve got this Wednesday.

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a girl named rob

I used to be "skinny black girl." I'm now a slender woman on the other side of 35 with no new moniker who is not quite interested in writing under her given name. Still writing my life, a day (or some months) at a time. Also, still black.

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