idea for hell #17 you die and wake up in a room that is empty save for a desk table and laptop and when you sit down and turn on the laptop you find that it is a pretty good computer and has an excellent wifi connection. you try to load up your blog or wikipedia or google or something but no matter what url you enter you are always redirected to a page with nothing but some text on it. as you skim through it it begins to sound vaguely familiar and you realize that you wrote this. you wrote this when you were twelve and someone let you on the internet and now you have to read it out loud every single word. every single word you ever wrote on the internet.
(Source: ogremom)
