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Jun 06, 2009 12:17

The other day I went into a Jewel wearing a hoodie under my leather jacket over reasonably tight jeans while listening to Of Montreal on my iPhone after deciding I wasn't going to shave or comb my hair, because, "fuck it, it looks kinda cool," I realized something: maybe I'm a hipster.

Let's examine the facts: I hate to shave and I like my hair to look a little messy, but not too messy.
I like Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, and I love that I'm one of, like, 5% of American Society who realizes how awesome they are.
I liked the Arcade Fire BEFORE they played Lollapalooza. Because David Bowie told me too.
I'll wear a Star Wars t-shirt under a blazer. Because I'm cool like that.
I have an iPhone with a steampunk sticker on the back of it.
I love David Bowie... except for the post Berlin stuff.
I love Chuck Palahniuk. And was hit on by him.
My favorite shirt was a western-style thrift shirt until I got this weird yellow stain on it. Still... it is pretty awesome.
I hate everyone who isn't me. Ok that's not true. I hate most people who aren't me.
I'm starting to develop a taste for PBR. But this may just be because a certain girl always drinks it. Never fear, though, Dead Guy Ale is still my far and away favorite.

Shit, if I start to go vegetarian, somebody shoot me. Actually, I have been eating less meat lately...
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