And so, all this rejection started weighing heavily on my mind. What if the good people at the magazine were not interested in my services? What if they hadn't enjoyed my reviews? What if I wasn't good enough? What if I sucked?
I quickly came round from this delusional state, and realised that both of my previous letters must have been undelivered, due to the problems inherent in Canada's postal service (not least their shortage of delivery persons, caused by a spate of mailman abductions in my area). I wrote another letter, addressing it to another member of the Now Toronto staff, and made sure I used my best handwriting on the address. I will not be deterred!
As before, if you click it, it will be legible.

3 comments:
"...sad like a man who had just caught his son masturbating to Fox News"
I thought i had known sadness until just a couple minutes ago.
I love it. I have absolutely no idea why these people are not writing back. Are you making sure to spritz the letters with your best cologne?
P0nk: I wept openly (like a sore) when I typed those words.
Falwless: Even better than that! I rubbed the envelope all over my luscious body, getting it nice and pheromoney. I share your befuzzlement.
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