It's the weekend and I find myself browsing through my friends' Friendster profiles. It's depressing. Other people seem to have better lives. Gets all the girls. Have all the money.
My Weekend Tragedy
What a perfectly typical name for an emo band. Excellent. Wanna join? We'll play 3-4 chords repeatedly and produce something that could barely pass as a "riff" and then sing about how our Friendster profiles make us depressed. And we'll sing about the Friendster girl who didn't reply our message and broke our hearts. And we'll wear makeup and eyeliner and wear red ties and scream and do so many other punk stuff.
And then we'll "experiment" and try to become Duran Duran.
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