You may have noticed that my profile doesn't feature the ridiculous MySpace music player. That's because I probably don't hate you, so I don't feel like subjecting you to low-resolution music piped through PC speakers and delivered by a slow-ass Flash applet.
What do you need to know? I'm a geek. I'm in a band. I used to write a webcomic.
Heaven to me would be a combination video arcade/coffee shop/sushi bar with a really awesome DJ. And while we're at it, why not throw in an open bar and limitless tab.
My hell would be an eternity spent in an overly hot and humid mall, where every day is December 23rd, where all of the stores are The Gap or Express or any other of the hojillion Just Like Every Other Damn Trendy Clothing Store chains, where the entire building smells like cucumbers and moldy bread, modern country squawks loudly from overdriven speakers, the only restaurant in the food court is a McDonalds with a broken milkshake machine, and there are no towels or hand dryers in the public restrooms. What you should gather from this is that damnation to me is not endless pain, but rather an eternity of moderate annoyance.
