Thursday, February 05, 2004


Say it ain't so

>From: shouts@newyorker.com
>To: bierayas61@hotmail.com
(I took a few letters out to make sure no one sends me any junk I hope it works)
>Subject: Re: submission
>Date: Thu, 5 Feb 2004 14:58:27 -0500
>
>Thank you for giving us the opportunity to consider your work. We regret
>that we
>cannot use your submission. Best of luck placing the piece elsewhere.


Goddamn sons of whores. Publishers of the New Yorker thinking they can't say yes to my work. I will kill them. Oh yes, I will. Drop a hydrogen bomb on the whole God-forsaken city. That was in response to me sending them that "An Attempt at What to Say When Someone Tells You to Say Something" rant that I thought went over well. I was looking at some thing that the New Yorker had in there called "7 Rules About Dating My Ex-Wife" and it seemed pretty simlar to what I put. I sent them my trip to New York story, too. I bet, if they print it, they print it because it's a new, fresh view on their great town. Nu-age sluts.(Yup, that's how you spell new in these days.) I hope Threepenny will take me. They got the story that's been all the rage at Loretto, that was leaked before I could have a press conference to release it. Threepenny pays big bucks(in my eyes, at least). I'm not worried about Spork because I sent them crap anyways.

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