Hipsters are so fucking stupid. I'm on the L train on my way home from a production meeting, and the L train runs through Williamsburg, the part of Brooklyn where all the hipsters squat in their Bohemian squalor. Right now I am looking at:
1. Waifish girl, probably a vegan but definitely a vegetarian, holding a grocery bag containing two boxes of cous cous and a bottle of that trendy Japanese green tea.
2. Waifish girl of indeterminate sexual orientation wearing entirely shades of black and gray. Black brandless hoodie, black jeans (with deliberately placed rips of course) with black long johns underneath, a jack daniels scarf, and a dark gray denim jacket. Legs spread, obviously. Uberbutch. She also has some kind of Egyptian eye tattooed on her hand, obviously not done professionally.
I'm tired of this game now. So I am no longer on non-speaking terms with Joe at work... Joe is the back of house supervisor that I joke around with all the time about Cleon... On Friday out of nowhere we started kidding around again. Cleon has been particularly unbearable lately and he was cheesing it up with kevin, one of the elevator operators and I thought I was going to lose it, when all of a sudden out comes Joe with some Cleon gay joke that made me just lose my shit, and after that we were cool again. That made me really happy because Joe makes me laugh really hard and I missed him a lot. He's one of the only really good guys around here.
Posted via
LiveJournal.app.