politeanarchist

I'm tired of drinking at Mt. Adams. Looks fun, ain't fun.

Something's in the air lately, everyone I know is on a streak of bad luck. Doesn't make any sense, doesn't have to.

So when I was in high school, I took a job placement test. It was one of those long, complicated things they make you take before college. The result? I should be a cattle rancher.

Later in life, I took a medieval job placement test. It was strictly for cheap laughs. It said I should be an archer.

Now, one was put together by PhD's, the other by some random joker. But which answer was more bullshit?

Bah. So when do the clouds break?