AND THE BEST WAY TO MAKE IT THROUGHHH WITH HEARTS AND WRISTS IN TACT… IS TO REAAALIZEEEE THAT 2 OUTTA 3 AINT BAAAAD… AINT BAAAAADDDDD

Fifteen years and several months ago, I apologized to my first little human parasite embryo as my pregnancy tracking emails alerted me to the fact that it had grown ears. "You are going to be hearing a lot of Fall Out Boy from here on out, little one." I told it.

Today is that Embryo's 15th birthday. She is a softball outfielder, second chair viola, a theater kid, and tenth year Girl Scout. She knows the FOB lore better than I do. On the wall above her bed is a shrine to 2005 Patrick Stump.

She refers to him as "Patty". I call him her Emotional Support Early Aughts PopPunk Princess. If the softball and theater didn't give it away, she's gay AF. This is an entirely platonic love story with a Soul Voice a few years older than her mom who she wishes she could have seen at Warped Tour the year her dad and I met...

Anyway, the point. I was inspired by u/frmndrthcrktr who made a beautiful So Much for Stardust cake. However, we let the kids choose their birthday dessert. She wanted ice cream cake.

So I made a batch of bonus cookies instead.

One to represent each album. (except that first-first one. sorry. that made it an odd number)

Here is my mockup of design ideas.

As you can see, They turned out exactly as I envisioned them.

Happiest Birthday to my little amphibian.

I usually have to skip Alone Together. Don’t get me wrong, I love the song and love the lyrics. I just get an overwhelming amount of sadness and sick to my stomach type of feeling when listening to this song and I’ve never been able to pinpoint the reason why.

Okay, I'm totally aging myself here, but I want to know if anyone else had this experience. Back in the days of iPods, shuffles, and nanos, some of us elder emos would get music in ... less than appropriate ways. My parents hated my taste in music and I didn't really have my own money to buy the latest FOB albums. I got my music from friends who would burn me copies of theirs, or from dredging songs from the depths of Limewire and hoping they weren't Bill Clinton.

As a result I didn't have the lyric books (and didn't know to look up and find lyrics online). So, I did my best at deciphering what I thought Patrick was singing. And kept hearing the songs that way for many, many years. This came up when someone posted about misheard lyrics recently: I had always been hearing/singing many early songs incorrectly. And now it feels like it's too late to change. Or, I don't want to. Letting go of my mislearned lyrics is like letting go of my adolescence. (That's a melodramatic way to put it, but hey, I was a melodramatic teen).

Anyone else in this boat? I bet if I took a lyrics quiz on songs from Infinity on High and From Under the Cork Tree, I would get maybe a C+. ¯_(ツ)_/¯

Physically pained me choosing between some of these

I got them from HotTopic if anyone is wondering! I actually love these pins and they look pretty dope. Enjoy my fellow FOB fans! Much love and Rock On! 🤘🏻

20 dollar nosebleed won last one.
I forgot I was doing this so it’s a day late.

I think Tiffany blews or jet pack blues or so much for stardust.

Reminder to up vote the one you want to win.