Keep on dancing until the world ends.

Friends.

I need an intervention.

I wore yoga pants to a bar last night.

No, I'm not kidding. I can only wish I was.

I took Shannon's #teamleggingsaspants campaign to a new level.

The good news is that the world is, apparently, ending for all of us tomorrow. So, I've decided I'm going out in style yoga pants. 

I know you can't actually see them in this but I'm posting because I just love my ladies.

I wonder if Instagram will want to sell this one?

In other news, what do we think about the world ending tomorrow?

I mean, I guess I'm a little pissed. I didn't even actually get to get married yet. Just having the ring doesn't count. 

There's a lot of stuff I haven't gotten to do yet. Damn you, Mayans. I need another couple of years.

I didn't really care for 2012 too much, I really need another year or 20.

At least I was around long enough to know what this means...

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and this...

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Lawd, I miss Pinky and Stinky.
JT, denim cowboy hat. Really?

I never got to meet this guy and so we never got to fall in love, so that's pretty upsetting.

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I didn't even my reality show yet.

Or be besties with Miley.

At least I made it through my chubby (for me) years...

and the time I thought I was an actual rockstar with this hair...

I also realized that these boobs will never be believable unless I have surgery to make them that way.

Guys, just keep on dancing until the world ends. Ok?

*****

Also, this is the best end of the world post you'll read your whole life.