Rejected by a Rookie

I mentioned a few posts back that I had sent some of my writing to that tween blogging superstar Tavi Gevinson. Maybe you remember, maybe you don't. Either way I've been dying to hear back from the hipster extraordinaire and when I finally got a response... it was negatory.
Dear Michelle,

Thank you so much for taking the time and effort to submit. We have already finalized our staff, but please look out for the many opportunities for readers to contribute in the future!

Best, Tavi and Jane

"Jane" by the way is the Jane from "Jane Magazine". Oh well. I almost cried about it after re-reading the email a few times, but thanks to gmail's fantastic technology, Nathan and I were logged in at the same time and therefore able to online chat and distract my mind from sorrow.

Nathan: dwyer

me: hello stranger

Nathan: how goes it?

8:20 PM me: you know it goes ok and I could use a little online chatting right now

so how r u?

Nathan: im good

at work

me: ooooo

i just got off work and I was in a great mood...but now im a little bummed

8:21 PM Nathan: why?

me: i submitted some of my writing to be in a up and coming "moody teenage girl magazine" and they rejected me

Nathan: :-O

8:22 PM but you;re not a teen

me: I guess you're right

maybe that was the bullet

Nathan: awww

sorry blondie

8:23 PM me: it's ok...

the worst part is ive been agonizing for like 3 months to hear back from the freaks!

8:24 PM and they kept pushing back when we'd finally know something, and ive been checking my email like a fiend, and its all crap

OH! And the real worst part of all is that the main girl who judged my material IS ONLY 13 YEARS OLD! AND THE WORLD THINKS SHES SOME KIND OF LIKE FASHION ICON GOD SENT

8:25 PM so... i got rejected by a 13 year old who is cooler than me. Great.

8:28 PM did u get all that

?

8:30 PM Nathan: yeah

Flamboyant Funeral

My co-worker, Tony Brocato, died a few weeks ago. These are the black clothes I wore to his funeral. The sweater I had picked out was absolutely chic, but just as I was strapping on my high heels and getting ready to leave for the memorial, I realized there was a hole peeking through the chicness on my upper left shoulder. If I was a true Martha Stewart type, I would have easily been able to whip out the needle and thread. But considering I'm the Michelle Dwyer type and in favor of cleverness over craftiness, I simply cut another small hole in my right shoulder to match. Very silly, I know, but Tony would have approved.

The pantyhose I donned was original, vintage, still-in-package Montgomery Ward's and Ultra-Sheer! Tony would have approved of that as well. I miss him already, but the funeral was fabulous and we made each other laugh when we spoke of the outrageous times in front of the urn housing his ashes. That might sound dark, but really we kept the funeral light and everyone had a pleasant time in his honor.

When someone dies it makes me think about how I'm living my life, I suppose that's the up side to every wake. I shouldn't take my loved ones for-granted. I shouldn't leave demanding notes about dishes to my lovely roommate and I shouldn't complain when my boyfriend plays his music too loud... but I do. Hopefully I'll learn as I go and begin to be more appreciative.