That's great, it starts with an earthquake...

These pictures basically suck, but it's night time right now, so it's not really my fault.  

So apparently the world is going to end tomorrow.  Well technically, it's scheduled for May 21st at 6 p.m., which means that the world will actually start the process of ending tomorrow when the first time zone hits the 6 p.m. mark.

Now, don't get me wrong, my personal beliefs are very much against any of this being even remotely true, however, the power of suggestion, and the crazy things it makes people do, leads me to be disproportionately uneasy as the time approaches.

So I was pretty excited about my day tomorrow. I have a long day ahead of me, which is why I posted this  the night before, but I was hoping for it to be a productive one.  You know, get to work by 5 a.m. work until noon, then head to the lab and work until 5 or 6 p.m., but now that I realize the potential implications of tomorrow, it, oddly enough, makes me not want to spend 12 straight hours working.

With that in mind I chose my outfit for the day.  What better to wear on what could conceivably be my very last day within this realm of existence than these bitchin' Rock n' Roll Mickey suspenders?

Pfffft, just try and apocalypse those babies.  

Also, please note the leather jacket perfection.  I scoured high and low for a close-fitting cropped leather jacket, and finally, one day late in April of 2009, I stumbled across this... this... masterpiece at Express.  

I wear this jacket with everything in the winter.  It's funny it has never been on this blog before, but it just hasn't been cold enough.  On that note, it is May 20th, in Phoenix, AZ, mind you, and I need to wear a leather jacket because it is only 50 degrees outside right now.  Maybe there is some validity to this end of times thing?  

Skirt: American Apparel

Shirt: American Apparel

Suspenders: the Goodwill by my house

Leather Jacket: Express

Shoes: Chucks

Glasses: Ray Bans

Let's have a round of applause for muh Chucks.  These sonsabitches have been a staple in my closet for as long as I can remember.  I originally bought them expecting to buy a new pair every year, but before long I realized that I could never own another pair of black Chucks.  I mean the sole has been glued on, the plastic heel pokes out and the word "box" has been written on them in every color of ink imaginable, but that's just all part of their charm. 

I feel fraudulent... I realized just how short and not work appropriate this skirt is, so I put something else on this morning...

Don't worry, the Mickey suspenders still got did.

Shirt: H&M

Jeans: BDG

Hat: Buffalo Exchange

Suspenders: the Goodwill by my house

Shoes: Chucks

Sun Glasses: Ray Bans

So in summation, this weekend would be the best weekend ever if, and realistically only if, there is no apocalypse and chaos and Bahb and I don't get killed by the Mexican drug cartel.

I hope... very very very much so in fact... that I will be here to blog on Monday!

And now... because why the fuck not?

Have great weekends/apocalypses anyone who sees this!