I went to this party at a club, I didn’t really know anyone, but the boy was dj’ing, so I tagged along. The place was chock full of hipsters. Dirty looking, asymmetrical haired, metallic legging wearing hipsters with big stupid glasses. I can understand trying to be fashion forward, but if all you are doing is going thrift stores and digging around in your parent’s basements for things you wore in the early 90s and looking for the ugliest shit, that is not fashion. That is fucking ugly. This is fucking ugly:

Getting wasted before you go to the club because you are too cheap to actually spend money or going up the bar and asking, “What’s the cheapest beer you have?”, just plain tacky.

The expensive art school education you parents are paying for is going to waste because you are too busy worrying about getting photo blogged when you go out next.

Or even worse, video blogged! You know because there is nothing better to do or more important than documenting each and every single move that party goers make. THAT IS OF THE UTMOST IMPORTANCE.

I could totally call out a bunch of shit here in my city right about now, but I am not quite ready to out myself. I kind of like the semi-anonymity I have going for the moment, but I can tell you, the time will come soon. In fact, I’m sure if some people read this, they’d know exactly who I am, but for now, I’ll leave it be.

In due time though.

In due time.