In the long shot case that the Mayans aren't totally full of shit, I plan to spend the next 35-45 hours naked, drunk and aroused as much as possible. I know what you're thinking, "This sounds like a regular Thursday to Friday activity for her." but not necessarily. What I'm thinking is "how am I going to get through that 8:30am job interview bombed?". But that's neither here nor there.
Also, I have a black tie party tomorrow night and my bf has so nicely agreed to pretend it's New Year's Eve at midnight while doing a little private countdown and kiss just in case that's when it's supposed to all go down. If not, I'm slapping his face and stomping on his foot to somehow make him grateful to be alive. He'll laugh or get really pissed, but either way, I survived the Mayan mass death prediction, so I'm basically invincible and don't care.
In other relevant news: I'll be playing every version of this on repeat. Loudly.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VzsMB7rgisE
Dave has the right idea here. Because as my bf so eloquently put it with a straight face "That's how I'd like to die. I'd like to come and go. Get it?" Yes....I get it. And I like where you're going with that.
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