Here’s the backstory for this week’s challenge: The tin-foil hat, Mayan apocalypse conspiracy people were wrong about the world ending in 2012. Hooray. Time for them to go back to watching grassy knoll footage in slow motion. BUT!
They were only half wrong. There’s a gigantic meteor hurtling toward earth at an alarming rate, and a 97.3% probability that we’re all going the way of the dodos and dinosaurs within three months. So, this year you aren’t going to make resolutions about losing a notch on your belt. You aren’t going to concern yourself about polishing off Remembrance of Things Past once and for all. You don’t even care a jot about emptying your email inbox. In three months, doompocalpyse is going to be upon us. So what are you going to do?
Fuck you 2012! Gone are the old days of weepie tears, fat thoughts, binge eating, self-destruction. The world is ending in three months! I’m tired of being nice! I’m tired of being sorry for shit I didn’t even do. Quite honestly I don’t even like the puss-puss I’ve become, so watch out World, I have three months to live! My three months start now.
My new beginning starts now. I call my peep in NYC.
“Shirley! It’s me Cheese!”
“Cheese…Why you talking funny?”
“You owe me bitch.”
“Sorry. No, I’m not sorry. No more apologizes. It’s the new me.”
“Ok, you’re not a bitch. I need a ride.”
“You in China Town?”
“I’ll be there tomorrow.”
“Ahh, you come visit and shopping? I find you good purse.”
“Shirley! The world is ending. That crap is crap! Let’s travel.”
“Paris! Where else? My passport is no good. I need you to hook me up with one of those guys.”
“You know the pimps that brought you over here from China. The ones you had to work off your freedom with hardcore sex.”
“Nooo, I virgin!”
“What about those stories you talked about hiding in small places in the dark cold and listening to people call your name. You said you almost wanted to cry in pain.”
“That was the story of me playing hide-n-seek as a child. I’m American. I’ve never been to China.”
“You can’t be an American. You’re not smart like all those other Asians in school and you talk funny.”
“So, you stupid and talk funny too.”
“You’re a dumbass!”
“Ok fine. I’ll be a dumbass, but can you help me?”
“Yes, stop watching CSI, 24 and all those television shows, oh and try getting off the caffeine. Are you still on your way to NYC?”
“Yep, the bus is still moving. I guess I’m screwed for the last 3 months of my life. I sold all my stuff.”
“No you didn’t. You too lazy.”
“Fine, you’re right. I was in a hurry to leave. Talking about it makes it sound kind of stupid. I just thought with the world falling apart I should run off and live my dream and travel around France.”
“You can stay with me in China Town. It might only be NYC, but I can show you China, Russia, Italy, Poland and the world for that matter without ever leaving the country.”