Today was one of those days where I received two poetry rejections in one day (which really shouldn't bother me, because last week I got two poetry acceptances in one day; so the only reason it ever so slightly bothers me is because now I only have two In-Progress submissions via submittable and not much else to submit) - got bothered by lack of in-depth communication - got bothered that a lot of what seems important and meaningful to a lot of people does not feel very important or meaningful to me - and accidentally screwed up my own usual detail-oriented self by joining a giant group I had purposely left a few years ago.
And now I feel overly angry at myself and at groups and I feel like saying that big casual groups can suck my dick (even though I don't have a dick).
And then I get self-questioning and wondering what my deal is, because I get on guys cases kind of a lot for using the word pussy as an insult (as though calling some other guy a pussy indicates that other guy is weak, even though anyone who has had much experience with pussy should know that pussy isn't weak), yet here's my brain semi-randomly blurting out, "suck my dick!" when I get angry, which doesn't make much sense, because #1 I don't have a dick and #2 what turned dick sucking into an angry insult?
I could analyze #2 from various perspectives, but I'd rather post photos (not dick pics).
In non-dick news,even though it was one of those days, I did get Thirteen Myna Birds updated, so that's most certainly something, whether or not it means anything to the standard Tom, Dick, and Harry.
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