psst...tng...your inquiries are magic, two poems were accepted today unexpectedly.

I also told the bf to please also apply to bank jobs and not just graphic design and that he was equally qualified for both. I think he's mad at me now. I don't think me getting poems accepted this morning helps.

Bet it burns pretty hard when the person who tells you that "it's worthwhile to follow your dreams but only if you've built a foundation of skill" basically demonstrates the truth of this statement via a fresh success in her dream/passion the exact same day that statement was made. Bet it does.

You know what doe? When it comes to making my dream the realest I can make it, I fuckin' do that shit and I make it happen. It hurts, it sucks, it's never enough, but I git 'er done. If he should listen to anyone about how to achieve his dream career - well, I'm saying I'm a good candidate for that, is all, but the man don't want to listen. The man wants to reach out and be handed his dream, and that's not how dreams happen.