I was browsing around my old mailings and found a very interesting e-mail. I handed in my application to a dog magazine for a journalist position, back in 2010, telling them that though I had some poems and articles published back in the jurassic era, I'm not very experienced - yet I'm able to form a complex sentence and I'm funny (well, sort of), gimme a chance to take over the world, plz. Okay, write something about the chihuahua, they said. Sure, I said.
Oh, it's very interesting, but we are not that much of a history magazine, they said.
I guess I shouldn't have written that much about the ancient chihuahuas' sacrificial role in the Toltec cilivilization.
And that's how I haven't become a journalist. (Yet.)