1. You know you want to.
2. I will thank you by name when I win some grand award.
3. You can claim me on your taxes. 4. I’m begging you.
5. I will bring joy to your life via misery.
6. I’ve got vet bills to pay.
7. I can finally regain self-respect by not having to shamelessly promote myself. (Did you know I’ve been called “Plath on Prozac”? I’m not sure if the Prozac has helped but I haven’t put my head in an oven yet.)
8. I don’t want to have to put my head in an oven.
9. My publisher will give you 20% off and a bag of gold (free!!).
10. My luminous hair will love you.
SOB with me
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Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor 
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July 19, 2011 at 8:55 pm
slpmartin
Well..I’m convinced…we’ve lost too many great women poets to gas filled ovens.
July 19, 2011 at 9:04 pm
slpmartin
Oh…by the way…I do expect an autographed copy. 😉
July 20, 2011 at 8:09 am
Jade
All great reasons to me! I’m not sure of the head in the oven though. Knowing you, of its gas, you never had the gas turned on and if its electric, you would get tired of waiting for it to pre-heat! Congrats.
July 28, 2011 at 2:38 pm
Dhyan
11. I have got my copy yesterday (signed…. thank you Lady it feels great
and when you will win your grand prize I can sell it)and it damn wonderful to hold. Been half way through and I say – Yes!!!, What she said.