Dear Mr. Postman

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  • 2013-05-21

I didn’t want to make out with you ANYWAY

I am try­ing to put this on FB:

Do you think that get­ting rejected by lit­er­ary jour­nals builds up our tol­er­ance for rejec­tion and dis­ap­point­ment in gen­eral, from and by life? Or do you think that it uses up all our band­width for it and makes it totally and com­pletely intol­er­a­ble in other con­texts because PLEASE STOP REJECT­ING ME WORLD I JUST WANT TO PLAY WITH YOU? I can never decide.

(It might be time for me to go eat some ice cream.)

And FB is giv­ing me this message:

Screen shot 2013-05-21 at 4.29.59 PM

I have two reactions:

  1. HAHA­HA­HA­HAHA.
  2. SO YEAH, SCREW YOU TOO, FACEBOOK.

(Did I just answer my own question?)

Frank is in the penalty box

You’ll never take me alive, Facebook!

i could do ok with water wings

the scary thing isn’t start­ing but fin­ish­ing but also starting

what is hap­pi­ness any­way it’s prob­a­bly for the birds

a lit­tle brain-shake for those of you who like to shimmy

the world is a mixed bag of sad but also there are sloths

but by def­i­n­i­tion then that means I’m only dat­ing losers

The Sex Lives of Teachers

 
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  • Mag­gie MK Hess

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