I don’t believe in hell, but if I did, my personal hell would be:
A world where the only cars were Hyundais. I’d spend the day constantly cold and wet, ironing the same shirt endlessly. Screaming children would run about vomiting on me while LeAnn Rimes pumped ‘Can’t fight the moonlight’ out of distorting speakers.
Breakfast, lunch and dinner would be mashed pumpkin, and the only thing to drink would be Dr Pepper.
The phone would ring constantly, but if you picked up, it would always be a telemarketer.
Streets would be covered in dogshit and the only footwear would be thongs.
What’s your hell?
(written on a phone in a cafe while I wait for a store to open so I can buy a shirt to wear to work …)
being stuck in a room filled with drums and cymbals with 25 over-active 3 year old Koreans and trying to them English- oh wait, is that Hell or repressed memory??
I am sure that an adult´s first day at kindergarten isn´t supposed to make them cry!
Comment by missbels — November 5, 2008 @ 11:06 am
My hell would be Iraq, only the people there would all be Korean. Colonels would take turns sodomizing me with no Vaseline. There would be no alcohol to drink and only vegetables to eat. The only season would be summer. The only thing on TV would be fcuking Kieth Olbermann.
Comment by Mark — November 7, 2008 @ 12:06 pm
dude…looks like you never left korea in your dream. you miss it don’t you?
Comment by paka — December 1, 2008 @ 11:38 pm