So I've been working on a poem about the mall, because to me, a California girl, the mall is heaven. Seriously. No, seriously.
Anyway... I got selected to be an intern at Lungfull!, a literary journal run by some of NYC's young poetry greats. I am very happy about this. Although sometimes I worry I'm a little too silly and hysterical to deal with high level poets. I'll make jokes no one will get and they'll just stare. Then I'll start crying.
See, this is why I can't keep a job.