dear blogger
dear blogger,
i would like to thank you for taking my pretty shitty ass night last night and watering it with acid and poison. i waited and waited for you to work...loading and reloading, restarting the computer...asking others for help...yet for some reason, you wanted nothing to do with me.
i left smiles' house in tears, over something so silly, and went to clear my head before i paid you a visit. i went to the top of rang hill and meditated for an hour, and then slowly made my way back into town, prepared to talk. i went to the cafe, and waited and waited. every other site was fine, but you, oh you dear friend...were a miserable bastard. in a fit of rage i pushed my chair back and stormed out, and then remembered i had to pay. between you and your friend hello, you would think you two could work something out so that you are both working on the same day.
while waiting, i did, however, manage to find this out about myself:
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Second Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Take the Dante's" Inferno Hell Test
charming, huh?
and on the way home i was splashed by copious amounts of unknown-watery substance. i can't think of a worse feeling than being in thailand on a motorbike and being splashed in the face and arms with unknown-watery-sunstance. i would rather drink urine.
and so, i will be waiting for your apology. i am hurt. i am sad that in my time of need you weren't there for me. i am slowly thinking i might be able to forgive you, but for now, i am angry.
that is all for now.
your friend for so long,
isobella
i would like to thank you for taking my pretty shitty ass night last night and watering it with acid and poison. i waited and waited for you to work...loading and reloading, restarting the computer...asking others for help...yet for some reason, you wanted nothing to do with me.
i left smiles' house in tears, over something so silly, and went to clear my head before i paid you a visit. i went to the top of rang hill and meditated for an hour, and then slowly made my way back into town, prepared to talk. i went to the cafe, and waited and waited. every other site was fine, but you, oh you dear friend...were a miserable bastard. in a fit of rage i pushed my chair back and stormed out, and then remembered i had to pay. between you and your friend hello, you would think you two could work something out so that you are both working on the same day.
while waiting, i did, however, manage to find this out about myself:
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Second Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
| Level | Score |
|---|---|
| Purgatory (Repenting Believers) | Very Low |
| Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers) | High |
| Level 2 (Lustful) | Very High |
| Level 3 (Gluttonous) | High |
| Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious) | Low |
| Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy) | Low |
| Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics) | Very High |
| Level 7 (Violent) | Moderate |
| Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers) | Moderate |
| Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous) | Low |
Take the Dante's" Inferno Hell Test
charming, huh?
and on the way home i was splashed by copious amounts of unknown-watery substance. i can't think of a worse feeling than being in thailand on a motorbike and being splashed in the face and arms with unknown-watery-sunstance. i would rather drink urine.
and so, i will be waiting for your apology. i am hurt. i am sad that in my time of need you weren't there for me. i am slowly thinking i might be able to forgive you, but for now, i am angry.
that is all for now.
your friend for so long,
isobella
posted by isobella at 9:01 AM
1 Comments:
It looks like a toss-up between 2 and 6, huh? Well, if you ever get a day pass, and tire of your lust, you can come visit me on level 6. Go heresy!
And to think, I almost landed in Limbo.
I still think I'd prefer to be trapped in a room with three other people and a hallway of flames just outside the door. Makes for an interesting play, anyway.
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