Fuckinges Bitchertap

Is what I called one Maggie B. in my fifth grade diary because, apparently, I could not even write a swear word when I was eleven. Even in my own journal.

I think of this now because I just got my first rejection email from a literary site, in which they said my piece was filled with too much foul language and, as a result, "too angry to be really funny."

Fuckinges that.