“Rolling in the Deep” will always remind me of you…
I love George Michael!
As you all know, today was the end of the world. Well, not so much. Today was supposed to be the Rapture, where all good God fearing people creepily float up to heaven and leave us sinners behind in a stark, cold world that (in my mind, at least) is eerily reminiscent of the future world in the Terminator movie series. This was all supposed to happen at six pm, while I was slaving away over a hot T-shirt table at Aeropostale.
Since I’m writing this, one can go ahead and assume that one of two things happened. Either A) This Rapture business is a bunch of bullshit and never happened or B) my sinning ass got left and I’m about to get attacked by a zombie. Either way, I don’t think my life will change much.
Happy Rapture, folks.