I stumbled across it the year I turned 32 and was struck by the book’s hot pink cover and silhouette of a woman with an afro. The book in question is “32 Candles” by Ernessa T. I decided to gush all about it in the hopes of convincing those of my followers that aren’t spam bots to read it and then I decided I would create the cast of my dreams in the event that I someday stumble upon a few million dollars and immense power and influence in Hollywood so that I can then have it made into the movie it absolutely needs to be. I was inspired to write about something lighthearted after re-reading a book I absolutely adore on Saturday. I was going to write about that, but my last post was pretty damn bleak. I’m pretty sure my therapist was trying to dump me during my session with him that afternoon, shortly after I told him I learned that I probably can’t have children. I know, dagnabbit, I missed two more days on this 31-day journey.
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