So it’s December 22, 2012 and the world hasn’t come to an end. What a freaking rip-off.
For years now the hype has been building. There was going to be volcanoes. There was going to earthquakes. The Earth was going to flip over on its axis and cause huge tsunamis and global flooding.
John Cusack was going to heroically drag his dysfunctional family through one impossible scenario after another, defying the laws and science and pushing the Willing Suspension of Disbelief to its limits.
I’m disappointed in you John Cusack. I’m going to burn my copy of Say Anything.
All we got yesterday where I live, was an inch of lake effect snow. We were supposed to get six to ten inches. What an absolute freaking rip-off.
This post would be longer, but now that the world’s not coming to an end, I’ve got a pile of Christmas shopping to do.
If you can’t count on impending doom, what can you count on?