Mar 24, 2005 11:32
Dear Limbeck.
I love your music. I loved you from the moment I met you, in a dingy little place known as The Shelter where you played with The Early November...truly, madly, and deeply. I eagerly anticipate every show you play in and around Detroit. But this is not the purpose of this letter. No...that is another letter entirely.
I am writing because my shirt doesn't fit.
You may wonder why I am concerned. "Emo kids love shirts that don't fit!" you may exclaim. That is why you sell size youth medium, is it not? Well, I bought a youth medium because there were no youth larges in the shirt with the piggy on it. And I loved it. Until I realized I look ridiculous. It is too short and tight. It is clearly designed for a short, anorexic, 10 year old in a trainer bra. Not a short, healthy, 18 year old with more than an a cup worth of breast.
Oh, Limbeck. I love you. But right now I'm sad that you didn't have a youth large in the piggy shirt. I'll wear it, I'll just be sad. But then I suppose that makes me more "emo", and that was your intent all along. You clever, clever band.
Love,
Me.