Ummm ... Hi There.

     Guess you all have to make NYE plans now ... 

     Good thing I planned ahead. TEXASSSSS, here I come. Figured if the world didn't end, I'd celebrate down South.

Body rock. Girl, I can feel your body rock. Take a bow, you're on the hottest ticket now. We gonna party like it's 3012 tonight. I wanna show you all the finer things in life. So just forget about the world, we young tonight. I'm coming for 'ya. I'm coming for 'ya. (Beauty and a Beat, Justin Bieber ft. Nicki Minaj)

Goodbye, Sweet World

     I'd just like to take a moment and thank all of you for taking an interest in my blog these past two years ... and taking the time out to read my sometimes rambling, sometimes inane, sometimes brilliant thoughts on life, love, and the like ... Because come tomorrow, December 21st ... we will apparently all be dead and gone.
     If the Mayans say so ... It must be true.
     Even though, apparently some Mayan priest has recently said it's not true ... But, whatever, I'm gonna go with the consensus here.

     If you do plan on trying to survive the apocalypse, I leave you with this advice.

    If not, so long, farewell, and thank you.

So long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, good night. I hate to go and leave this pretty sight. So long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, adieu. Adieu, adieu to you and you and you. (So Long, Farewell, The von Trapp Children)