Some of you may remember the time I gleefully applied to be an office intern for It’s A Good Day To Be Black And Sexy — regretfully I didn’t land the gig, but my shattered hopes have been pieced back together. Really, the moment I came across this listing I practically crapped liquid cover letters:

Let’s recap:
Listen, this place sounds like it’s run by a bunch of methed out LOLcats, and you can count me the fuck in. I’m totally multi-task, I’ve watched the Tyra Banks channel until my eyes smiled blood, and I can Google so well I’ll probably have all the sushi rockstars in that flophouse playing MMORPGs by the time they can process my nonexistent paycheck. BRB updating my resume.
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These are some jams I liked a lot in 2009 and why. They are pretty typical and I am boring, but with respect blow me.
Oh, this crowd. My roommate and I are here because she called into the radio station and won tickets, and ...