OH NO! It was Valentine's day. You may be wondering why I didn't update sooner. The answer to that is quite simple. I was crying many many many emo tears of crimson and sadness and cinnamon hearts, wishing that someone with emo hair could love me for who my emoness is! Oh beloved Greenday! I am also walking a lonely road, where my shallow heart dictates the pounding of my converse all-stars on the gum stained pavement. *takes breath* Isn't Valentine's day awful? I think it is. It is extremely UN EMO! By definition, anyone emo shouldn't love or be loved, unless it's strictly unrequited. Therefore, Valentine's day has no meaning to someone as deliciously emo as I! WOE IS ME FOR MY CRIMSON TEARS ARE REGRETFUL AND SAD! Oh my. Maybe I should mosh to some Billy Talent, or even some CrymsinxxxFyvexxx. That would make me...happy..--sad! I mean, sad! I'm emo, and therefore, I am sad. Very sad. In fact, so sad that the crimson tears of evil regret and sadness and loathing of the world continue to pour down my cheeks, stained with so much black mascara. My thick black rimmed glasses are even beginning to slip off my totally emolicious nose because my vision is obscured with TEARS! And do you know what colour those tears are?! CRIMSON! As crimson, or crim-sin as my shallow beating heart of sadness. Oh dear. Valentine's was exactly 6 days ago. That's just awufl. Six is the most emo number ever. It's like, the number of piercings, tattoos and hickeys that one must have to be regarded as totally emo. Let's all go outside into the blind, black world and try to fit the criterion!!!