You should kick my ass. Seriously, someone should come right over, walk through the door of Supergenius HQ, and kick me right in the butt.

I’ve spent the past day or so pouting because I didn’t get into The Loft’s Mentor program. SEE? Totally worthy of an ass kicking. Any writer to spends any time moping about rejection more than deserves a beat down. I know that, and yet I still spent a lot of time feeling very woe-is-me.

It’s been a tough pity party, because at the same time I’m over the moon thrilled for my friend, Hypster Mom, who did get in. I’m so damn proud of her and happy for her that I could cry.

But, you know, moping takes a lot of time and energy to do it right, so I haven’t had much time to cry tears of joy for her. Heck no, I’ve been listening to The Smiths (I KNOW, right? I hate The Smiths, except when I need some help getting way down deep into the self pity pit) and throwing myself into work.

Because if there’s any kind of revenge to be had against the people who don’t like second-person ghost stories, it’s the kind that earns you money by writing press releases and newsletter articles and god, just kill me now.