A mass e-mail sent on Tuesday:

Subject line: My world is cold and without hope. Ha ha.

Message:

Just so y'all know.

I got rejected.

Rejected faster than a guy in white loafers and a mullet from Chippendales.

Faster than a proposal for a show that actually makes sense for the WB.

Rejected.

And my liver works too well for its own damn good.

Fucking liver.

Fucking hippies.

love, Molly the Perpetually Obtuse

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So, yeah.

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