I was just thinking about what I would do if the world would end tomorrow.
I'd post about it on Gaia!
No. I think not. Many people seem to think that they would spend it with loved ones and friends. I don't think I would because I've done that all my life.
Firstly, there is the matter of fine dining.
I want to eat breakfast sandwiches from Tim Horton's every morning. I can not because my family has informed me that they are about 10000000000 calories. I'm not a weight watcher, so I have them once a month and miss them. On my last day alive, I would eat about eighteen. I would also eat Lindtt chocolate and Juiced-Up Gummy Worms.
Secondly, a girl must drink.
There is a huge think of Cinnamon Whiskey in our freezer. I'd steal it. I'd drink a lot of it, and I'd laugh.
Third, I'd have sex with someone.
It could be a neighbor, it could be a friend, it could be a girl, it could be a boy, but I'd do someone and then leave as soon as I was finished. Perhaps I would vomit on them first due to all the whiskey and fatty foods.
Fourth, I'd get some currency.
I figure I'm going to hell no matter what. So, I'd collect twenty souls from random atheists so that when I'm about to burn in hell, I could be like, "Nuh uh. I'll give you a soul and live the high-afterlife, fanks."
Fifth, have to look hot.
I'd steal a really nice dress, do my makeup, brush my hair. I want to go looking pretty, shut up, it's a girl thing.
Sixth, killing spree!
I'd get me a chainsaw and I'd have me a frenzy. I mean, it wouldn't matter anyway, I'm just helping everyone get dead faster. I've always wondered what a killing spree would be like, and in the end, the police wouldn't arrest me, and what would my jail sentence be? Death Penalty? Oh no.
Seventh, comforts.
After the killing spree, I'd be running out of time, it would have been a busy day, so I'd walk home while cramming gummy worms down my trap. I'd put on Queens of the Stone Age and I'd read short story horror until I have one hour left.
Eighth, try to preserve myself.
I write meticulously in my diary every day and I have since grade eight. With that being said I'd want to keep myself. Perhaps the end of the world is the whole world... exploding, or perhaps all humans just die. If it is the latter, I would make sure that everything I am and was is left behind. If man starts up again, five thousand years later, they could read about my life, and wonder who I was.
Ninth, die.
The headphones go back on and I die happy.
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Zamzummim
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I have Restless Leg Syndrome. It's Serious. I could die.
