Tuesday, May. 06, 2008 - 4:36 p.m.

After all that work I put into making a great application for the local fancy schmancy show (you remember-- buying $600 worth of additional display supplies and setting it up in the driveway in cold weather and spending hours trying to ge the right shot of the pieces), a rejection letter came today. I'm not even wait listed. Or, as the email title put it, "CECLINE NOTICE"[sic].

I don't even rate a correctly spelled rejection letter.

*huge sigh*

Bastards.

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