Here I am at Cups... once again. I find this is the best place for my musings. Musings seem to flow best under the influence... of caffeine, hipsters, spotify, and just the whole coffee shop vibe.
Speaking of Hipsters...
Dear man sitting across from me,
Your soul patch is perpendicular to your face
Dear Hippie Hipster,
You seem to have left your pants at home
Dear Tattooed Lady,
I know you are classy, because "I love Ramone" is written in cursive
Dear Lady screaming on the patio,
I'm sure your political beliefs are extremely important. Now shut up.
Oh hipsters, you have a heavy cross to bear, being so hip and with it. I'm not criticizing. In fact, I secretly believe that everyone wants very secretly to be a hipster. I wear feathers in my hair, and have a hat I named Clancy. I hang out in a coffee shop. What does this say about me? I do have a blog though which seems entirely un-hipster. Sigh... Maybe if I shop at Modcloth and Anthro...
I guess to be a hipster you have to be born one, or you have to be able to convince everyone you were
If your child is born a hipster here is a site that will help you
http://www.babycenter.com/0_hipster-baby-names_10305381.bc
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