November 19th, 2009 / 10:21 pm
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Ryan Call
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dead horse. sorry. i cant help it.
As some of you may already know, this author mailed a submission to The Laurel Review on Wednesday December 27th 2006. What you don’t know is she then took a picture of herself every day for three years while she waited for a response. True story, everyone!
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=55YYaJIrmzo
i think the real story here is her hair style and length hardly changed over 3 years.
jesus christ lady live a little.
i think the real story here is her hair style and length hardly changed over 3 years.
jesus christ lady live a little.
hahahaha. she has the “given up on life” look. it’s so last year.
hahahaha. she has the “given up on life” look. it’s so last year.
in 994 days, i’ve gotten three new pairs of glasses. maybe she didn’t get the rejection because she couldn’t see it.
in 994 days, i’ve gotten three new pairs of glasses. maybe she didn’t get the rejection because she couldn’t see it.
no no no, the real story is the music. wtf?
no no no, the real story is the music. wtf?
: | is her expression the entire time.
: | is her expression the entire time.
???
that music is the standard for the “take a picture of my stupid face for every day in the year and make a stop animation video out of it” genre
???
that music is the standard for the “take a picture of my stupid face for every day in the year and make a stop animation video out of it” genre
:D
:D
I kept trying to masturbate to this, but every time she had an expression I found stimulating the picture changed.
I kept trying to masturbate to this, but every time she had an expression I found stimulating the picture changed.
damn you stupid
damn you stupid
I’ve come six times today. Whatever. No big deal. My vagina currently feels like a piece of five-week-old deli meat and I’m finding it slightly difficult to walk, but it was totally worth it for those beautiful, magical, short bursts of ecstasy. God I love porn.
I’ve come six times today. Whatever. No big deal. My vagina currently feels like a piece of five-week-old deli meat and I’m finding it slightly difficult to walk, but it was totally worth it for those beautiful, magical, short bursts of ecstasy. God I love porn.
i accidentally watched this with the sound off at first and thought it was strangely amazing. then i turned on the music and everything became shitty
i accidentally watched this with the sound off at first and thought it was strangely amazing. then i turned on the music and everything became shitty
I know someone who’s BLOGGED every day for 3 years!
I know someone who’s BLOGGED every day for 3 years!
meh
meh
this reminded me of something that happened when i was reading submissions for TNY. we got a cover letter from this guy saying he’d been saving up all his work for us over the years, asking us if it was possible, to “get back to him in the next week or so.” which, of course, was incredible — i mean, how can you ask or expect something like that, from TNY of all places? in the letter he also mentioned how he’d written for some prominent newspapers. so i googled up, to see how this dude was. turns out he had interviewed faulker a long time ago in what was, at the time, a pretty controversial piece (faulker said some hairy things about race, or race relations, or something like that.) i continued googling him only to find that he had DIED during the time his piece had been laying around the slush pile. it hadn’t even been there that long — three months maybe — but still. i didn’t know what to do with it. i read through some of it. it wasn’t good enough to take, but it wasn’t bad, you know? and it was his life work. hopefully not his only copy, but who knows? i didn’t want to know. i left it there for somebody else to deal with.
probably the most depressing submissions story i’ve ever had.
this reminded me of something that happened when i was reading submissions for TNY. we got a cover letter from this guy saying he’d been saving up all his work for us over the years, asking us if it was possible, to “get back to him in the next week or so.” which, of course, was incredible — i mean, how can you ask or expect something like that, from TNY of all places? in the letter he also mentioned how he’d written for some prominent newspapers. so i googled up, to see how this dude was. turns out he had interviewed faulker a long time ago in what was, at the time, a pretty controversial piece (faulker said some hairy things about race, or race relations, or something like that.) i continued googling him only to find that he had DIED during the time his piece had been laying around the slush pile. it hadn’t even been there that long — three months maybe — but still. i didn’t know what to do with it. i read through some of it. it wasn’t good enough to take, but it wasn’t bad, you know? and it was his life work. hopefully not his only copy, but who knows? i didn’t want to know. i left it there for somebody else to deal with.
probably the most depressing submissions story i’ve ever had.
those are some fantastic mermade nipples, thanks
those are some fantastic mermade nipples, thanks
Ryan, have you heard anything back from the folks at Laurel Review?
Ryan, have you heard anything back from the folks at Laurel Review?
no i have not, dan. sorry. if i do ill post.
no i have not, dan. sorry. if i do ill post.
I fell a little in love with her there.
But the comments totally killed it.
This place has become 4chan.
I fell a little in love with her there.
But the comments totally killed it.
This place has become 4chan.