So this is me being a FATAList and not a FAT(e)alist...

We're all going to die.

Whoopieee...

Zip-a-dee-doo-dahh...

Yippykaiyay...

Awrite!

If we're all going to die, why do people still go out of their way to create drama.

Drama, drama, drama.

Everything in alot of people's lives involve alot of DRAMA!

You come up with it, you gossip about it, you strive to live it...

AND, as if that wasn't enough, you people gather around the idiot box and watch it ceremoniously!

"Oh, my God, I have to get home (insert name of show here) is on! I never miss it! I'll die if I don't watch it!!!" says one person.

"I know! I can't live without (insert name of show here)!!! Life means nothing without it!" proclaims another.

*commence with all the show updates and 'remember-that-episode's*

I would like to think I don't follow... I don't like watching drama... I watch Monty Python skits. There's a difference.

Now that that's off my chest I shall now move on back to "We're all going to die."

We're all, and nobody is exempt from it, going to die, as in poof-your-body-is-now-an-empty-shell.

Lately, I've been getting a lot of posts about the end of the word, commencing 21st December 2012 so says the Mayans, Aztecs, Quran conspiracy theorists... I'm torn between buying it hook, line and sinker and passing it off as another hoax.

Aside from long dead civilisations and beacons of religiousnessness, the magical fairies of science have predicted a huge cosmic happening, cosmic rays explode onto the planet changing the polar something or other that could change the world in the most horrifying way. Which pretty much means that there may be nothing left after this happens.

Ah, so many doomsday theories so little time... So to commemorate the End of Ze VORLD! *cough cough* Party... a huge one. On the 20th of December 2012 (Damnit, a Thursday night!). Full day paddeh tahms!!!

Starting with a ridiculously unhealthy breakfast of all that is unholy for your body, followed by liquid lunches and a barbecue(who doesn't love barbecues?) and finished off with lots and lots and lots of se-villised conversations with the ones you love... hahahaha... ha... ha... *silence* oh, shutup. Hopefully we'll all be too drunk to realise it when the shit doth hitteth fan.

To sum it all up, a day of debaucheries. Ha. Ha. Ha.

For the rest of you brimming with piousness and all that jazz, pray. Pray like your life depended on it (har har).