How'm I doin?

So, I was trying to find the right words to describe this boy that I just witnessed at the theatre tonight.  It was exceptionally hard to do because I found him to be amazing in every way.  He was classy, beautiful and the way he moved was like the wind guided him and him alone through life.  My feelings towards him was hard to put into words.  I felt like me trying to explain anything about him would make me sound a bit disrespectful.  I'm gonna try, though.  Okay..."yes I see her, cause errvry girl in her wonna be 'er"  Okay, not bad.  Doing good.  "she's a diva", could be taken harshly but still on the up-and-up.  It's just a rumor that she's low down, I don't believe them, though.  "she's nothin like you've ever seen before",. see?  nice!  "nothin like yo' neighborhood hoe",  little dicey but still compliments...here it comes.  I'm going to try real hard to not be disrespectful now.  "damn girl, you's a sexy bitch, a sexy bitch".  "damn girl"...Hmmm.  I may have gone off track a little.

Today a girl commented on my Eeyore pin at work.  She said she had to give me "mad props" for wearing him on my jacket while working.  I agreed.  I needed some more mad props.  I was almost out of them from the last customer that complimented my bright green tie and blue shirt.  We had a bit of a conversation about my best little friend and she said he happened to be her's as well.  Bonus round: 20 points!  My new best friend.  As her medium Mr. Pibb: Extra filled to the brim with burpy fizz she said something that will forever be intangled around my soul.  "He was the very first Emo kid".  Sigh......Oh, snap girl!  Nope.  Eeryore is not Emo, he is misunderstood.  She responded, "right, like Emo kids".  My teeth clenched and my fists almost popped the lid off her 4 dollar and 25 cent bucket-o-refreshment.  Bitch!  Emo kids are not misunderstood.  Contrary to what you might believe.  Everyone understands Emo kids.  We understand you.  Your misguided angst for all things authority due to your parents not loving you, or giving you the positive reinforcement that every child needs growing up.  The acting out for any attention, negative or positive, to just feel like someone is listening.  We got it.  It's not that serious.  Go dye your hair purple and black and wear tight ass jeans and huge shoes so your father rolls his eyes and questions your sexuallity so you may have that one on one time you are lacking otherwise.  Take your parent's monetary love and spend it on useless things that make you happy for the brief time it takes your parents to hate them.  DO NOT compare your pleasantville lives to my little Eeyore.  Damn girl!