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[odin88]

I have been accepted into the University of Houston for the remainder of my undergraduate degree. Gods willing, however, and I put heavy emphasis on gods here, GODS, HELP US. DAMNIT, I and my truly beloved wife will both be accepted into A&M. That will put us in exactly the place we need to be. She is the cream of the crop for her candidacy, and, well, frankly so am I (for mine), but odds are against us. She has to be one of 33 nurses accepted into their new nursing program. She has experience as a rape-victim counselor, a personal aid for a disabled young man, and a school mentor for troubled elementary youths, many of which are born into violence and gang criminality, as well as her certification as a nursing assistant and her recent job at Seton under that profile. I'm just fucking awesome at everything I do, man, everything, really everything, and have obnoxious amounts of experience in the field for which I am pursuing my degree, with enough state issued licenses, certifications, pamphlets, and hand-written testimonials about how much I kick ass by every ass my foot has ever come into contact with that with the exception of the fact that I submitted my essay a week before the deadline I should make every one of the sister-fucking toothless hick's posing my competition for the fall semester look like the sister fucking toothless hicks they are by comparison. But if either one of us doesn't get in, well, it's back to the Cesspool armpit of Texas for the final reluctant time.

I think my dad unwittingly told me on Sunday that he suspects he has Prostate Cancer, and that if he finds out he's terminal he's going to kill himself. BUT HE WOULDN'T HAVE TO IF HE'D GO TO A DOCTOR BEFORE HE BECOMES TERMINAL. Bah, parents, amirite?

xoxoxoxo  (for my wife).
Jesse, the untameably magnificent.