feel my pain

Two minor skirmishes yesterday and a battle today in the SlimeBucket Insurance Company War left me with some bad karma to burn off. The kichen floor was mopped, dishes washed and with no more mindless tasks to do I decided to read some blogs to find a few laughs.

Today it was not to be.
Every second blog I got on the 'next blog' button was a freaking emo site.
The whole nature of a blog has a hint of self obsession to it, assuming that someone wants to spend time reading about our thoughts and day to day ramblings.
But jaysus, these fecking emo's take self obsession to new levels.
First sign you have hit an emo, the music comes on, often Ashlee Simpson.
Then there is the blog layout.
Nine times out of ten they will have removed the next blog button, there will be lots of other stuff cluttering up the place, some 'art' and then the poetry. Oh God the poetry, I'll have to come back to that in a minute.
Everything will be written with loads of abbrevations and text-spell words, such as rofl, omfg, the dreaded lol and ' every1 hates mi wat is thr prob, dey r wrng'.
All in one long stream(never heard of paragraphs) in red text on a black background.
Check list for emo site:
Whinge about how no one understands you or your pain.
Tell everyone how unique you are, in your dark clothes/stripes, black hoody and more eyeliner than necessary(and that's just the boys).
Claim to like bands no one else will have heard of.
Use words like blood, complicated, rage, pain.
Have a nickname to feel more unique and less suicidal.
Have a bit in the intro about how 'if you dont like me or my site then just go away and dont be a hater'.
And the essential photo or five, all taken at arms length of you looking through your fringe.
Got to have a fringe, which covers at least one eye, or for the trully dedicated, both eyes.
And so back to the poetry.
I never had the talent to write poetry so I don't.
Luckily there are sites to_help with that.
Go on, go make poetry.
I'm going now to touch up my eyeliner coz nun of u understands me....