The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Second Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
LevelScorePurgatory (Repenting Believers)Very LowLevel 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)ModerateLevel 2 (Lustful)HighLevel 3 (Gluttonous)LowLevel 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)HighLevel 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)ModerateLevel 6 - The ( Read more... )

Lots of stuff has been going on, but out of apathy and something else I hardly ever record the stuff anymore. I would ensure my remembrance of those things as they were if I wrote them down. Stuff ( Read more... )

Brandy has a new job at the International Pavillion. They are reopening now after a long break. Flagging down go-carts and working the prize table alongside Brandy: Greg Olle.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Now y'all know where to find him . . .

The crushing restlessness descends once again. Satiation is an impossible dream, a dream I don't care much about anyway because to realize a dream of satiation is to become satiated and because I am insatiable that just can't happen. Say that three times fast. What the hell am I talking about, I don't even have dreams. Goals, I mean. One day ( Read more... )

Goddamn. I'm seething and my hand is bruised. I shouldn't have punched her in the head. I could have found a softer spot. And I hate that she didn't even try to get me back right away. She doesn't really want to hurt me. I could always beat her up and I still can, though now she's bigger and I haven't grown since 7th grade. After I punched ( Read more... )

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"You're just so cute when you're sedated .. . " --Interpol

Isn't that the truth: Don't feel anything. Don't be real. Don't be you . . . we like you that way ( Read more... )

From the Herald JournalJava Jive is closed ( Read more... )

Restless restless restless restless something has to happen the time has come to embrace change. Conceivable contentment found nowhere no one I transform into a loner watch everything whiz by as i stand passively to the side. Backed into a corner walls closing in let me out let me out descend from the heavens give me a clue shit always works out ( Read more... )

Betrayed. Again. I should not have to lock away all of my valuables from my own fucking family. Most of my personal stash of money, gone. A portion of people's beach money, hidden in a separate stash, gone. But my dear and perpetually broke sister has a newly pierced nose, a new cell phone, and new clothes in abundance. My eyebrow is ( Read more... )