This is the post in which I will make fun of all things Emo in the spirit of teasing my eldest female offspring, because with her hair as dark as it now is, she looks pretty damned Emo !
Aside from yelling at her for a good fifteen minutes in which several words like #!%%!@ and @&^%$ and even a !!@^%^$#* were used, I told her I would think of something creative in order to get my point across to her that willfully going against a house rule (as funny as it might be, and it kinda is, but it's serious at the same time) was serious and I am pissed. It's more than that though. Her hair is shot from the all the abuse she inflicts on it. I don't know if my hair wizard, Barb, is even going to be able to do anything at this point. Meg's hair is far too porous, dry and damaged and I don't want it to fall out altogether. It's already breaking pretty severly. She flat irons it almost every day and on top of all the dye, I worry that in trying to fix the colour, we might in fact make it worse.
So, she's gonna have to lump it and live with it, and if she gets teased about being Emo , so be it. I'm not trying to be cruel, just pragmatic.
Where are the pictures you ask? M'dears, I would not disapoint you.
I now take great pride in introducing to you, Princess Emo, but you can call her Morticia!
So, anyone know how you stop an Emo kid from drowning? You give him a tissue.
What's the difference between Emo grass and normal grass? Emo grass cuts itself. (Now, I know, self-mutilation is serious, and I'm not making fun of that...just sayin')
How many Emo kids does it take to screw in a lightbulb? One to unscrew the old one, one to write a poem about missing the old one, and one to write a morbid requeium about the loss of the old bulb. Of course, they are also perfectly happy to sit around in the dark and cry.
Tickle Me Elmo was sooooo last year. This year it's Cry With Me Elmo.
How do you get an Emo kid out of a tree? You cut the rope.
