Short Answer: I got the job

Long answer: you have to read on as I wax philosophic on the turns of life. I can't help but think back to a drunken and oddly crystal clear conversation with MTU "The corpsier the Better" Kelly. We were discussing seemingly deep and extremely college-esq topics like the future and careers and I clearly remember proclaiming that I would forever be okay because I seem to blindly stumble ass-backward into a good situation every few years. Let's recap:

Today I was offered a job at a young, exciting, forward-thinking company doing work that both interests me and betters the world. And just for sowing up they wanna pay the shit out of me. To get it, I didn't really do anything overly exerting other than show up.

Deep into 2003 I had graduated college and had a shit job. Or no job. I filled my days by knowing on every night of the week which local bar sold beers for a dollar. Then I met a hot blond with short shorts.

In 2000 I was looking for a way to score some ends at college and decided to answer an ad for a photographer at the school paper. Other than having sex with playmates for money, It turned out to be the best possible job to ever have while attending college. (Caveat: I couldn't find anyone to pose for my attempt at making an entry in the playboy college photographer competition)

Knowing only that High school was totally lame and i didn't want to "sell out" to the University of Michigan (sorry Stos) I decided I'd move to the U.P. for 4.5 years for no good reason at all. Best no-good-reason-at-all-decision, ever.

Back to toady: I should point out that Eye of the Tiger was on the radio when i got into the car to drive to the interview for this job. Here's to stumbling ass backward into life. The High life.

And now back to your regularly scheduled elitist commentary on the state of the world: