February 8, 2008
Your rejection with the comment 'stop sending me this crap!' made me cry. I haven't cried since I was a kid, when the neighbor's pug bit me in the ass and my father told me to suck it up.
The release was beneficial. Thank you for saving me years of psychoanalysis I can't afford by working at Fashion Hut.
My two day crying jag proved useful. Please consider my novel, Their Eyes Were Watching Pugs, my southern coming of age story.