An Ode (Obituary?) to A. YEAR.
2019. GURL. OMG. And no, I didn‘t accidentally leave my caps lock on. Caps is usually my girl when typing, but right now I’m pretty sure she hates me considering how hard I jabbed at her to write that extremely brief prologue (and a lot that follows). Because all in all, I’d like to say 2019 was, for certain, not my year; BUT, although I realize my perception of it may be tainted, I also recognize I’m letting a number of unfortunate circumstances define 365 days, and that’s n