Listening to Emo is Like Playing Firstbase With No Glove (But when asked why you left it, you just blame it on your girlfriend leaving you)2
May 19, 2010 by Manny Wordsmith
So it’s midweek, a Wednesday to be exact, and I’ve slipped and fallen into a shallow lake of early 2000’s emo rock. I’m not very proud of myself. I almost feel tricked, like some evil gremlin jumped on my shoulder and whispered,
“Feel sorry for yourself you sappy insignificant pansy!”
And I acted accordingly by typing three evil letters into my itunes’ search box. E-M-O. And I’m not afraid to share this with people. You can say this is the musical equivalent of being really fat and on a diet plan. But instead of sticking to the good foods like I’m supposed to, I sneak away after my tough workout, and cry while inhaling giant spoonfuls of Ben & Jerry’s Cherry Garcia Ice Cream.
Like I said, I’m not very proud of myself