The Rapture…
So… it’s rapture day folks. And, I’m still here. :( I’m guessing it’s because of the drinking, smoking, swearing, cavorting and rock’n’roll music of my unrepentant (and somewhat hazy) youth.
There has been no apocalyptic cataclysm around my house. Nothing. Nada. *sigh* I guess this means I have to mow the lawn after all.
In retrospect… I probably shouldn’t have maxed out my credit cards and sent that big ‘Fuck you, ass-clowns!’ note to government with my ‘late’ tax filing this year, either.
