Tuesday, December 18, 2012
3 days, 3 hours, 22 minutes remain
Yes, it's true, the apocalypse is almost upon us. That sneaky bastard, faking us out so many times over the years, only to leave us disappointed. I've got a good feeling about this one, though. Sure, the Mayans didn't seem to predict their own demise, but surely that's just because they were looking too far into the future predicting ours. Anyway, I for one hope it all fucking burns. If there's any earth left over, rest assured I'll be salting it. I was really hoping to hang out with everyone before it all went down, but Kevin doesn't seem to exist again (I swear I hung out with him a couple of months ago, but that must have just been the LSD), Cy is in Hawaii, and Josh appears to have not been in Santa Barbara for Thanksgiving. Cody was down, though, and that was awesome. So, in the event this fake Mayan apocalypse turns out to be fake, we should all hang out soon, or at least you should all take turns hanging out with me. In the event this shit is real and we all survive only to find ourselves adrift in a post-apocalyptic nightmare wonderland, we should all meet up somewhere, like maybe the log.