Today I submitted my resume to publishing companies in New York. It will be very funny if after making my shaky peace with being in Boston (therefore, not in L.A. or not in New York), I actually get a response from a New York house. Oh how I will laugh. How I will chortle.
Bah, no one responds or bothers to looks at resumes and cover letters outside of in-house ones. Not fair. I will curl up and just watch crappy sitcoms. Bah to writing, bah to working, bah, bah, bah. It's not even Christmas and I'm not a sheep or other crabby-voices farm animal but BAH.
I am 25 in two weeks and I have wasted my early twenties. Wait, I went to grad school. Oh how it's helped me! Sing, chorus of angels, sing!
Aren't emo entries like this usually reserved for high schoolers? Apparently I am a late bloomer when it comes to everything.