"We are so emo."
That's the only thing in my friend Tyler's AOL Instant Messenger profile. It's his way of describing the two of us in the simplest of terms. As far as I know, we're the only two people alive that will own up to the title. Near as I can tell it spells death for anyone else.
What are we owning up to? Our tight shirts, straight-legged jeans, messy hair, and thick-rimmed glasses? Our penchant for bands our age that moan about exclusion, the girl that they can't have, and angry sex? Our shameless fancies for Mandy Moore, Love Actually, and Star Wars?
The stereotypical emo kid cries everyday. He we