I've been too caught up in planning how I'm spending May long weekend, so I don't what all the hype's been about surrounding May 21, besides the fact that it's my birthday. That's right ....
So I had to do some reading, figure out what the hell is about to happen. This clears up a lot. Phew. I'm assuming that I wont be one of the 200 million going to heaven that day and this bums me out a little. I've already booked my trip to Disneyland in September and given that Sydnerella hasn't really done anything to piss God off that bad, I'll probably be going to Disneyland alone. If the earthquake doesn't destroy it. I guess that's just wishful thinking. Scrap that ... My kid did recently tell me she doesn't believe in God, she believe in Science. I guess she'll be with me until the bitter end. I feel ripped off because we wont get to see how Bella looks as a vampire, or pregnant. Another thing we'll miss out on is the Walking Dead, Season 2. Unless, of course, WE will be the walking dead. But I have a feeling it wouldn't be nearly as cool to have the world taken over by Zombies as it seems on TV. At least I have this guy close by ....
Wait ... the Rapture doesn't have anything to do with Zombies ... got off track there, sorry. Between now and October 21, I have a quite a list of shit to get done. I wont even waste my time with the marriage bullshit, but I think I'll get a ring. A big fat diamond ring. As a matter of fact, I think I'll get big and fat myself, there's no holding back now. And fuck this cold arctic weather, I'm going to Texas to float the Guadalupe River. Smoking Marlboro menthols and drinking American beer with clamato juice for as long as I can. Who's with me?
