The End

Signs of the apocalypse are everywhere.

First it was a volcano barfing up smoke all over Europe, then a gaping hole swallowed a small portion of south America, and as if that wasn’t enough to get our attention, earthquakes began rolling through town driving the message home:

The world is ending.

Whatever. It’s all happened before and it didn’t mean a damn thing.

But I became a true believer when things got a little more personal: After laughing through the movie 2012, with the scariest thing of the night involving a bad mix of Mexican food, I woke up to find a grey hair sprouting out of my head…mocking me. This was my punishment for not accepting the signs that my world was collapsing around me.

The day after that, my pants stopped fitting, the music on the radio was too racy, my body began to betray me in public, and I decided that cats made excellent pets.

F&%K!

Life as I know it IS ending. By the time 2012 comes around I’ll probably be hobbling my way into a shallow grave. The only sign of my existence will be the few teeth left behind in the more consistent foods I bite into.  

For in 2012, I’ll be th…uhm…. OLDer.

I just don’t understand why the mayans would have created a calendar revolving around an event I’ve already planned to drink my way through

weird.