Monday, March 18, 2013

A Humorous True Account.

Once upon a time,
the same grad school
sent me 
not one,
not two,
but three rejection letters.

I mean, so far.

Two via email,
one crisp paper copy.

All signed by different people.

I'm not upset.

But really.

Pull yourselves together, people.
I get it.
I'm not some clingy girlfriend who won't take a hint.
Communicate with each other.