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ruminations of a fool

may the bullshit begin.

whats up with this emo crap?


invading our school and workplace at an alarming rate, emo people are going to bring this world down. they are easily distinguished by the emo dress code of girl-like tight jeans, converse chucks from the 80's, and black square rimmed glasses - all in the indiana jones-like quest for OPTIMUM EMO-TIONALNESS! indeed, that's what emo stands for and it's what followers of this satanic lifestyle live to be.

when anything semi-tragic occurs -- this can be as trivial as micky d's putting mayo on a requested-to-be-plain big mac -- emo's across the world/MySpace will band together to mourn over the tragedy. this is because emo's take everything that happens to them and multiply the magnitude of these crises by a number greater than 10.

whether it's getting dumped by a girlfriend or simply getting wronged by McDonald's, emo people have the uncanny ability to turn simple, everyday complications into life-altering catastrophes. they will come to the conclusion that their suburban lives are impossibly tough and believe that no one understands them.

looking for help in all the wrong places, the now-devastated emo turns to MySpace for guidance. MySpace will only confirm the emo's belief that "life is a bitch and then you die" because every1 on there (with the exception of myself, drew sullivan, and chris miller) is also of the emo ethnicity.

while mr. emo browses the countless number of emo profiles on MySpace that feature depressing pictures of the users -- who refuse to smile because life's a bitch -- screamo "music" plays from his stereo. screamo is characterized by, you guessed it, screaming and feel-sorry-for-yourself messages that comfort a disgruntled emo.

at this point, li'l emo has resorted to crying and goes to bed in hopes that tomorrow will be tragedy-free. when he awakens the next day in a pool of his own tears, the cycle starts all over again when he realizes that his sister just ate the last bowl of Fruit Loops...

This entry was posted on 5.01.2005 at 6:43 PM. You can skip to the end and leave a response.

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5/03/2005 8:51 PM

shut up, let chris judge people the way he wants. i personally disagree with him as i like the emo subculture, but chris has every right to judge people the way he chooses    



8/05/2005 6:35 PM

Yeah, because I'm sure that EVERY single person EXCEPT you and your very very special friends that uses MySpace is emo. That's not a limited and egotistic viewpoint at all. Way to be a prejudiced bastard. Congratulations, it's because of people like you that the world is a divided swamp of hate.

And you can't type, either.    



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