and here's to another piece of paper with my name on it.
another short chapter.
another resolution of vanity.
another something i don't know what to do with.
and here's to corporate america.
to sam walton,
to samuel adams,
to wall street, and to the almighty greed.
and here's to myers-briggs,
to contingencies,
to net present value of a grandiose loan,
to china, and to insomnia.
and here's to the illusion of being some hot shit,
to an unprecedented level of arrogance and confusion,
to irrational exuberance,
to conjoint analysis of three years of fuck-you-i'm-busy-too,
to same old crap, with a brand new strategized roadmap.
and here's to you, mrs robinson.
jesus just left the house.
let the show begin.
