You know, I was entirely convinced that the whole emo-teen-angst-angry-at-the-world phase was a thing of the past.
Like raging, unpredictable hormones.
And giggling. (Men, by the way, don’t giggle.)
But I woke up this morning cold, naked, and sleep-deprived, thinking, “Chhriiiisssst. Why is Life so fucking bullshit?”
I then pulled my big green duvet up and over my head for a whole 15 minutes, only to crawl out afterwards, and trudge to work.
Fuck.
It’s not over yet.
Dave says,
I see what you did there Phil! You know exactly what I’m talking about.
I don’t think you’re emo. Otherwise your MP3 playlist would solely consist of “How Could This Happen To Me” on repeat. But we all know your actual playlist is filled with good — nay, BEAUTIFUL Hillary Duff beats.
Or at least it should be.
Cheer up. Everyone has their good and bad days. Give yourself a break, go out and have fun! Find a girl, date the girl, be happy!
Phil says,
You’re projecting, Dave. Stoppit.
Stace says,
Nah, that isn’t emo Phil, that’s entirely due to the - dare I say - unwelcome magical effects of the ‘Stupid, Stupid, Shitty Weather’ (that’s its official, meteorological term, so I’ve been told…)
Dan says,
Guys, let’s not forget one of the most important issues raised by this article: Men DO giggle like girls. Well at least Dave does. Perhaps he is some sort of girly-man but I don’t have any research to support this yet.
To be honest I think you’re just mad because Jon ruined your attempt at using this blog to spread the joy and love of Christmas months after it actually ended. I was very supportive of your “Christmas for eternity” idea.
If you’re going to go full emo, I suggest a new haircut and a new colour scheme for this blog: all black. Yes, black background with black text too so the only way to read your blog is by highlighting text with the cursor. Yes, if you’re going emo, you might as well go all the way.