Anywho, Hell was nothing like what I expected. No fire. No brimstone. No red-faced, tights-wearing, horns-and-tail-toting Devil. No tormented souls screaming in agony. It actually looked quite a bit like my neighborhood. My brother and his girlfriend were there. Though they pretended not to know me. Now, that should not be construed as evidence of torture . . . not being recognized by my brother and his girl isn't necessarily a bad thing. Actually, I'm not even really sure how I knew it was Hell. Oh, yeah . . . it was the fact that all my computers were Macs and I had only dial-up to the Internet.
But y'know, aside from that, I honestly couldn't tell the difference between Hell and my life right now.
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August 17, 2005 09:54 PM PDT
You should be so lucky about the macs. :mad:
August 16, 2005 10:48 AM PDT
dah! I had a weird dream last night too. Except it wasn't about hell and it didn't have anything to do with my brother and his girlfriend.
Ook, I think my comparison is entirely lost now.
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August 16, 2005 09:54 AM PDT
Oh dear Phil! I'm not sure I should be laughing but I am!
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