Happened upon this very pretty, fun looking website called Fancy Find, which has an appealing feature called Toybox Tuesdays, which is presently offering up (amongst other delectable offerings) a wondrous mermaid poem by Janelle Elyse Kihlstrom, which originally appeared upon Thirteen Myna Birds. I thought I'd share so that the poem could be experienced again, in a frilly pink new context:
http://fancyfind.com/2009/07/07/toybox-tuesday-july-7-2009/
Speaking of Thirteen Myna Birds, the latest flight formation is delightfully evocative, dark, and edgy. When I titled this post 'fancy peckers' I was thinking about sharp-beaked birds. Subject yourself unless you're a fraidy cat:
http://13myna.blogspot.com/
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P.S. First designer vagina acceptance; one designer vagina forthcoming in DIAGRAM.
Also a recent acceptance of a paper doll poem by ABJECTIVE, to be published on Halloween.
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Update: It would appear that someone happened upon the Thirteen Myna Birds blog this morning after searching for "naked feet spanking". Hmmm...
Other than that, I've had a stressful morning with too many variables.
More hairs probably turning gray.
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Contrary to popular belief, I'm sensitive and my feelings are easily hurt.
It seems like those closest to me should know this, but apparently they don't.
The popular belief part is inaccurate. There's pretty much nothing popular about me.
Oh well.
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7/7/09
6/16/09
rejection
June is feeling a bit icky. I ordinarily have a high ratio of acceptance for my submitted poems, but lately I seem to be experiencing more rejection than usual. Maybe it's just a FEELING of rejection and hopefully it's just a phase.
Still though, it feels bad enough being rejected from the job market for months & months--and now even my poems are getting rejected. Boo hiss.
Meanwhile, my skin is breaking out, I feel middle-aged and unsexy, my latest black ink jet printer cartridge had an unduly short life, my velvet ribbon proved unruly, my gray hairs are proliferating to the point I'm not enjoying my natural hair color anymore, I'm feeling perpetually behind despite my free time...
Oh and our mortgage payment is going to be late this month for the first time in...ever? Blech.
Maybe that's what the bank just called me about, but I wouldn't know, because as soon as I answered the phone, an automated voice informed me,'Please hold. You have a very important call'. I held for about 30 seconds before another automated voice piped in to let me know that, 'We are experiencing exceedingly high call volume'. Well then why did you call me at this time? It's bad enough having to hold when I make the call, but when YOU call me, then perhaps you should choose an oppurtune time for YOU.
I could go on, but I guess this is enough complaining for one blog, so the angst-fest ends now.
Anyway, I hope to have some better news to share later.
Still though, it feels bad enough being rejected from the job market for months & months--and now even my poems are getting rejected. Boo hiss.
Meanwhile, my skin is breaking out, I feel middle-aged and unsexy, my latest black ink jet printer cartridge had an unduly short life, my velvet ribbon proved unruly, my gray hairs are proliferating to the point I'm not enjoying my natural hair color anymore, I'm feeling perpetually behind despite my free time...
Oh and our mortgage payment is going to be late this month for the first time in...ever? Blech.
Maybe that's what the bank just called me about, but I wouldn't know, because as soon as I answered the phone, an automated voice informed me,'Please hold. You have a very important call'. I held for about 30 seconds before another automated voice piped in to let me know that, 'We are experiencing exceedingly high call volume'. Well then why did you call me at this time? It's bad enough having to hold when I make the call, but when YOU call me, then perhaps you should choose an oppurtune time for YOU.
I could go on, but I guess this is enough complaining for one blog, so the angst-fest ends now.
Anyway, I hope to have some better news to share later.
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