Say what you will about Dashboard Confessional, I love the bastard. I came home from work today exhausted and fed up with just everything. There was nothing specific pissing me off, I was just…argh. I was argh. Then I remembered how fucking awesome, if corny, it was to be at a DC show and just scream the words and not give a fuck what you looked liked because everyone looked like you- emo, teenaged, bitter, angry, sad, too cool for school, WHATEVER- and I was like, “I am going to listen to The Swiss Army Romance and read this super sweet YA book I got from work and have myself a fantastic sing-a-long.”
So I did. Joining me was a bottle of Southern Tier’s 2X IPA, which is a big change from what Meaghan at 16 would have had next to her (probably this), but whatever. I’m 27, I do what I want. I’m not 21. The sooner we are, the sooner the fun will begin.
And then the Yankees won so I’m going to credit that to my Swiss Army Romance rockout, just because.
Important note: no matter how many months or years pass in between listens, I still know all the damn words. That comforts me.
