One Week to Go
So, the world is ending next Friday. I'm not sure if the Mayans predicted the world's destruction or just the end of civilization. I think i prefer world destruction since civilization ending can be so drawn out.
Anyway, in case it is civilization that's biting the dust I have prepared myself by buying PopTarts (They were on sale and I really don't like PopTarts. I'll only eat them if there's nothing else) and rewatching Jericho, that happy feel good show about a nuclear appocalypse. (Lennie James is the ultimate BAMF.) I also stocked up on toilet paper, but it occurred to me that if civilization ends the toilet probably won't be working, so wiping my ass will be the least of my problems.
I'm at a disadvantage living in a city. Resources will be scarse with lots of folks vying for them. I'm sure it'll only be a matter of minutes before I'm bludgeoned to death for my PopTarts. If everything goes to Hell next Friday and we never cyber-meet again, know that I died quickly and violently and my last thoughts were a prayer that you all will get through this horrible ordeal.
For the past few weeks now the clothes dryer in my apartment building has been out of commission, which means I have to do small loads of laundry and dry them in my bathroom. Also, I recently ran out of shampoo and bought a new bottle, but I mistakenly didn't get the shampoo/conditioner combo I prefer. I just got straight shampoo. I spend so much time trying to get the nots out of my hair. I swear, it feels like End Times already.
Anyway, in case it is civilization that's biting the dust I have prepared myself by buying PopTarts (They were on sale and I really don't like PopTarts. I'll only eat them if there's nothing else) and rewatching Jericho, that happy feel good show about a nuclear appocalypse. (Lennie James is the ultimate BAMF.) I also stocked up on toilet paper, but it occurred to me that if civilization ends the toilet probably won't be working, so wiping my ass will be the least of my problems.
I'm at a disadvantage living in a city. Resources will be scarse with lots of folks vying for them. I'm sure it'll only be a matter of minutes before I'm bludgeoned to death for my PopTarts. If everything goes to Hell next Friday and we never cyber-meet again, know that I died quickly and violently and my last thoughts were a prayer that you all will get through this horrible ordeal.
For the past few weeks now the clothes dryer in my apartment building has been out of commission, which means I have to do small loads of laundry and dry them in my bathroom. Also, I recently ran out of shampoo and bought a new bottle, but I mistakenly didn't get the shampoo/conditioner combo I prefer. I just got straight shampoo. I spend so much time trying to get the nots out of my hair. I swear, it feels like End Times already.