As I sit in the corner of my living room where I would put a papasan chair if had one, black nail polish chipped on my pointer finger from pulling staples, printer slowly grumbling away, I'm struck that I owe an apology.
Dear people who make full-size zines,
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for all the times I sassed about how much more exciting half sized zines were. Sorry I sassed about stapling instead of string. Sorry for sassing about formatting on the computer. I never sassed to your face, and the sass was always in good fun- because there are SO MANY THINGS you CAN do with a zine. But good fucking gravy- I get it now. Full-size zines are no joke.
Now, please excuse me while I get back to jamming these guys into my too small stapler and dreaming up ways to make issue 3 more difficult on myself.
Dear people who make full-size zines,
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for all the times I sassed about how much more exciting half sized zines were. Sorry I sassed about stapling instead of string. Sorry for sassing about formatting on the computer. I never sassed to your face, and the sass was always in good fun- because there are SO MANY THINGS you CAN do with a zine. But good fucking gravy- I get it now. Full-size zines are no joke.
Now, please excuse me while I get back to jamming these guys into my too small stapler and dreaming up ways to make issue 3 more difficult on myself.
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