I don't suppose they would have been appreciative X-Files fans, anyway. I entered this process with a very specific mantra: that I could handle rejection. Time to put my money where my mouth is.
Fuck that.
I only have to wait until noon tomorrow for my third rejection -- and while I could delude myself giggling that "third time's the charm!" I know that the impression I made was neither strong nor favorable. Let's be honest, folks, I had a better chance with the New Do's than the Jeff, and there hasn't been a day in my life when I was better at singing than talking.
I wish I could spare myself the patronizing or the gnawing sensation that the most hurtful things ever said to or about me are all true right at this moment.
I lied. I really, really, really wanted the New Do's. The rejection wouldn't be easy to take.
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