I want to talk to my brother, Mal. I’ll be seeing him late next month. He’s crap at returning phone calls, but that’s a known issue. Maybe I’ll try texting him Sunday.
Writer. Artist. Laughter addict. Queer, Jew-ish, witchy, anxiety riddled, dealing with #BipolarDisorder, and fat. Oxford Comma FOREVER! All else is icing.
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