Stuff Hipsters Hate

Dec 13
Links Hipsters Hate
If I wanted to look at drunk bros and trixies vomiting, I would have gone to state school. Slopness Monster
Oh man, does this mean I have to retire the braless racerback look once this winter chill dissipates? Cosmo ruins everything. Side Show
Zooey Deschanel. I really have nothing to say about her. Seriously, I’m trying and my brain just keeps slamming shut like— Jesus, now I can’t even think of a simile. That’s how much I don’t care. Hey! The Zooey Deschanel Show
Unconnected musing of the week: Sometimes people send me e-mails containing random, vapor-like thoughts meant to somehow sway my emotions in some mysterious manner. It’s like shouting into the gaping maw of the Grand Canyon, letting one’s thoughts reverberate off of the unfeeling rocks. Except, in this case, said rocks are me. Here’s this week’s gem:
I work the enemy.  In paid form.  In any form.  Spoon fed nipple hungry slugs.  Its all so easy. The easy life. Look at you getting it all on that minimum bit of wage.  So few who aren’t hypocrites.  A huge fuck you to the ‘I only spend money on alcohol’ crowd..  Been there.  Saw the limits of the sarcastic ironic freedom.  And got the fuck out.  Slowly becoming a poorer just as unaware version of your parents is the way to go.  Ghettos are man-made.  Pretend artists making no art in the heart of gentrifurbia. 
Send me links. Or just keep dumping your feelings on me. 
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Links Hipsters Hate

If I wanted to look at drunk bros and trixies vomiting, I would have gone to state school. Slopness Monster

Oh man, does this mean I have to retire the braless racerback look once this winter chill dissipates? Cosmo ruins everything. Side Show

Zooey Deschanel. I really have nothing to say about her. Seriously, I’m trying and my brain just keeps slamming shut like— Jesus, now I can’t even think of a simile. That’s how much I don’t care. Hey! The Zooey Deschanel Show

Unconnected musing of the week: Sometimes people send me e-mails containing random, vapor-like thoughts meant to somehow sway my emotions in some mysterious manner. It’s like shouting into the gaping maw of the Grand Canyon, letting one’s thoughts reverberate off of the unfeeling rocks. Except, in this case, said rocks are me. Here’s this week’s gem:

I work the enemy.  In paid form.  In any form.  Spoon fed nipple hungry slugs.  Its all so easy. The easy life. Look at you getting it all on that minimum bit of wage.  So few who aren’t hypocrites.  A huge fuck you to the ‘I only spend money on alcohol’ crowd..  Been there.  Saw the limits of the sarcastic ironic freedom.  And got the fuck out.  Slowly becoming a poorer just as unaware version of your parents is the way to go.  Ghettos are man-made.  Pretend artists making no art in the heart of gentrifurbia. 

Send me links. Or just keep dumping your feelings on me. 

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