My emo-hotness is so unsurpassed that I can't even think straight from all the wonderous sounds of Billy Talent that run through my head. My head, oh my so very emolicious head, covered in my moussed, gelled and waxed emo hair, which quite resembles a bowl. Maybe I'll dye it black, that would be really emo-hottsexx, wouldn't it? To further advance my emoness, I will get many piercings at once. I'm thinking maybe a pancreas piercing, just to be different. Oh, maybe it could bleed crimson regret and tears of sadness and emo-loss and my broken bruised heart which is broken and bruised and full of woe and emo-ful sorrow...or sorrowful emo, whichever. My angst and sadness and emo-sorrow is just so unsurpassed. I think I need to go get some more mousse so I can prove how emo I am. Maybe a few cool new pins or some more ideas on how to infiltrate that goddamned livejournal site! That's where all the *real* emo kids go! I think I shall go cry some tears of crimson regret while listening to the beautifully musical and musically beautiful strains of Hoobastank. Ahhhh... E MO regret and tEaRs183747HJ><>@$ bleedi NG $%R(@$*E(*@#$D sadness and ajflhlajkhfa ;'1kj8524*@# I am so ***EMO&@*%! ?