Publishing is just the same 5 assholes saying no to one another yesterday i wrote a personal rejection letter to a reader of a publication i submitted to six months ago so karmically im fucked

Finally moving into new apartment new landlord gave me one last tour occasionally grumbling about something or other his "slovenly" son neglected to fix after the last tenants moved out and telling me he's the weirdest landlord I'll ever meet because he's "on the spectrum" recounting all the reasons he thinks hes autistic and then he (dorky looking gen x white man) got a call (star wars ring tone) and answered it in, from what my roommate could tell, fluent spanish, excused himself momentarily and came back without acknowledging anything. He leaves I go into the backyard for the first time and immediately almost get mauled by an american bulldog ("Miss Honey") I had to close the door pretty much on her head and even then she was still trying ber best to grab me Then I got to meet the owners a lesbian couple living below me who apologized profusely for their evil dog but I told them it's okay my dog is also evil (half truth; only evil to men and dogs) so I forgive miss honey for almost getting me

Go one too many days without a haircut and Bam it's Have A Good Night Ladies ;) no thanks getting bald expeditiously

who wants to give me their serger for free

Finally found a psychiatrist willing to give me whatever I want secured stimulants and now i live out flowers for algernon every day wake up stupid take pills get smart go to bed stupid again... my girlfriend told me my most recent writing has been the "most coherent" from me shes ever read