(Thought I’d jot down some journal entries while I was going through this whole Rapture thing.)  

Da fuck’s going on?  My clothes! They’ve shed themselves! I’m nekkid!  Wooooo!

I’m nekkid AND I can fly! Rapturing is awesome!

I can see Sarah Palin’s house from here!

Rapturin’ gives me gas, man.  Or maybe it was that pizza.  That sinful, sinful pizza.

Fab Five Freddy tells me everybody’s high, DJ’s spinnin are savin’ my mind…oh wait, wrong Rapture.   

Did I mention I was flying naked? 

Wheeeeeeeeeeeee!