Casey, Emily, and I spent our lunch today ruminating on the fact that the world is probably going to end this year. The reason we say this is that:
1. I watched Little Women when I was young, and always thought that I was “the Beth” meaning I would play piano, be super introverted, and die young of a wasting disease. Now that I am older, I realize that doesn’t apply since Beth wasn’t a promiscuous man-whore, but I still believe I will die young (although now I want my death to be ironic, like burning to death in a shark attack).
2. Casey has always thought from a young age that she would have a crazy rock-star death while still in her prime, and she is well on her way judging by the guys she dates.
3. There is no way Emily can sustain her chic, champagne fueled lifestyle for more than a few more months. She will probably die clutching her pearls in one hand, and a bottle of wine in the other.
My point is, we all have the same feeling that the world just can’t possibly last much longer, given how awesome our lives have been. So we proposed to each other that we are going to start living like the world is going to end in December. We are going to take every opportunity we see, sleep with every guy that we can, and drink until vodka runs through our veins, so that when the Earth explodes, we ignite like the fireballs that we are.
If we live our lives like that, we can be sure to die with no regrets.
Who is with us?
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