My thirteen-year-old cousin's best friend became a fan of "My stomach drops when I think about you being with someone else" on Facebook. Makes you laugh. Then makes you wonder.
Got my first ever publishers' rejection letters today--two brief, messily hand-addressed papers I picked up from the desk in our hundred-year-old English building. They wanted to thank me for submitting, but regretted to inform me that they were unable to publish my stories in our school's student literary magazine.
Had a Freudian slip just then; accidentally typed "punish" instead of "publish."
Today was a barefoot-in-the-clover-patch, cinnamon-soda-that's-rather-flat day for me. How 'bout you?
Yours &c,
E. A. Weatherfield
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About Me
- E. A. Weatherfield
- I am a student at Webster University outside of St. Louis, Missouri. I hate when the music is turned down so you can just tell it's playing but can't hear it, and I believe pasta should always be buttered.
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