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[mizunol]

My journal is going friends only soon. There's no huge drama going on, rather this is an act of drama prevention. I'm not comfortable with the idea of my students reading my lj come fall. This journal really wouldn't be too hard to find provided you knew a few very easy to know details about me. Does this mean I get to have one of those wacky

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I think it should have those dogs, and then say, "Fiends only"

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Just 'cause. So, um, I made this for you:



This is how bored I am. ENJOY.

Also: I've heard that story, but the way I heard it was that the guy was a grown dude, so I didn't care so much.

CHRISTINE!

[greengypsy]

I'm turning into even more of a hipster! I have a green army-esque jacket, I'm puppysitting, and typing to you on an Apply BlackMacbook thingy.

LORB!

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Oh yeah? Well, the other day, I rode my bike to work, on my way to my web design job, with pink hair and a pink helmet, wearing a vintage skort, with a thermos full of fair-trade French-pressed coffee and an issue of Bitch magazine in my bike basket. AND I WAS TOTALLY SERIOUS ABOUT IT. TOP THAT! YOU CANNOT COMPETE!

But then again, I was never a secret hipster. At least you have mostly been sneaky about it. And I'm not sure puppysitting counts as hipster-ish, really. Unless that was your real job. And then you'd still have to do some vegan baking on the side.

The both of you!

[mizunol]

You both lose, because there is some dude who is always hanging out next to Elizabeth's that has hair so scene it would make you weep. WEEP.

Also, is wearing your pants too low now a hipster tactic? Because the dude definitely seemed to have planned to show a large amount of his boxers over his pyramid belt.

Seeeeish!

[greengypsy]

A hipster thing I've recently spotted: scene hair with a GIANT BELT BUCKLE. Worn un-ironically.

ME! YOU!

[greengypsy]

Sadly, puppysitting wasn't an actual job, but I could have turned it into one if I could have stayed in Mississippi for longer. Oh well.

I'm totally going to ride a bike around town, start to try to sell artwork to galleries/boutiques, listen to Tom Waits, get a job as a waitress at a steakhouse, and start painting my bicycle and my Dad's van. ...so what does that work out to be?