OUR AWESOME LIFE CALENDAR

Today is the last consecutive date for the next century. Anybody who was born on or before New Year’s Day 2001 has experienced:
1/1/01
3/2/01
2/2/02
4/3/02
1/2/03
3/3/03
5/4/03
2/3/04
4/4/04
6/5/04
3/4/05
5/5/05
7/6/05
4/5/06
6/6/06 😈
8/7/06
5/6/07
7/7/07
9/8/07
6/7/08
8/8/08
10/9/08
7/8/09
9/9/09
11/10/09
8/9/10
10/10/10
12/11/10
9/10/11
11/11/11
10/11/12
12/12/12
11/12/13
12/13/14
And our children won’t see that kind of magic until they have children of their own. They will grow up only knowing random numbers showing which say it is, unable to find a special meaning to days that aren’t birthdays, holidays, or important events. I’m so thankful to have lived in these dates. And I can’t wait for 3/14/15 at 9:26:53 EDT. That’s the last special number day I will live to see.

Stop ghosting and try this simple, cordial response instead

To ghost or not to ghost?

That seems to be the question for anyone dating today. The more we date, the more casually we do it; the more casual it is, the more we find ourselves in situations that aren’t going to work out. Ghosting — simply fading away from a dating situation without formally putting an end to it — is a convenient answer to all the stray, loose ends of our dating lives. 

Is it rude? Disrespectful? Lots of people think so, but do it anyway — men and women. The funny thing is that the alternative to ghosting is so damn simple: Just send a text.

That’s really all it takes 

Their love for each other was so romantic
How they blew smoke into each other’s mouths because they can’t live without the others breath
Or how they take drags from the same cigarette because they believe in sharing kisses whenever they can
Or how they drink from each other’s beer cans because it reminds them of how they first met
Their love for each other was so addicting
But there love was so deadly
She was his drug and he was her drug
They gave each other doses of poison every time they kissed under the influence
They cared so much about each other
And they cared so much about the lethal habits that they had held together
Their love was so romantic but they were too high to realize that they were killing each other so gently and slowly in such a lovingly way
—  Drugs are like Two Lovers Addicted to Each Other JW