Thursday, April 03, 2003

Oh, look. Another rejection letter from a journal in my inbox.

Such joy. Such fribulation.

Damn it all, I refuse to conform to these crap writing forms to get published! You hear me, you old white-men gods of publishing? I'm not going to do it! I'm going to keep bashing at you until I get in...

but this fuggin sucks.
It's been a while since I've seen you smile....

Or since I've written anything at all. There's a reason I never kept a journal as a child. But my brother just nudged me to update. So here 'tis for what it's worth.

I just got a haircut. And it's tres cute. Which is a pretentious thing to say, but the boy watched the cutting and flipped over the final results, so I guess it's a success.

Speaking of boy: despite the fact that he doesn't like Rainer Maria (fah on him!), we had a good night last night. It's been a bit odd waiting for all of my tests to roll in, but now that they're all clear we've started really talking again. And it's good. And he's starting to get more openly touchy-feely which is a requirement in my book.

Boy gets points.

Stupid friends do not. More on that later.

But brother is wonderful and Martha is home, so not all friends are bad.

Now I need to eat.