OOF! This is getting ridiculous!!!
My brother insists that I am a hipster every time he sees me these days. He says it’s just because of the way that I dress and I have to insist that dressing like a hipster doesn’t mean being one. And I don’t even really dress like one. I don’t even like hipsters.
In fact I hate hipsters. I hate that they hate everything that anyone likes and they even hate each other to an astounding degree just because their love for themselves doesn’t leave any room to love anything else except for some EP no one has heard that they bought on the street from a homeless and as yet undiscovered musician or a one-of-a-kind leather jacket or some fucking random Japanese movie.
I love a lot of things that other people love and am not afraid to say it. One of these things is PBR. Yeah, fuck you. It’s delicious.
