For some reason, as I was falling asleep last night, I began to wonder what my own personal hell would be like. Here’s what I’ve come up with so far: It would be really windy, all the time, and super hot and humid. Everybody, including me, would be renamed Dakota (Sorry to anybody who likes that name, if any of those people can read, but it’s my hell, not yours). I would be forced to listen to muzak versions of really bad jazz while cashiering endlessly. I would have to wear a Hot Dog on a Stick uniform, and every customer would be buying really sharp objects like porcupines and bits of broken glass. There wouldn’t be a bar code on anything, and whenever the line got down to one person a hundred more people would come up at once and start yelling at me to speed up. What would your hell be like? [ Update : One more thing that would happen is everyone would copy me . Just kidding, Jer.]
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This is difficult. We all love the exclamation point but i wouldn't say i'm in LOVE love with it.
I have an addiction to the comma but doesn't everyone.
I'm going to say... brackets. [] Who doesn't love brackets? I just like them. And i love when i get to use them, and also these: {} It's a special day when that happens.
(And I find I use parentheses a lot.)
I love the drama of a good em dash—but then, I love the en dash too, although it might just be pity that it is so misunderstood.
It can convey so much. And the person reading can decide what they want it to mean.
~Lizzy