Dude, Boris called me a hipster last night. It went like this:
Me: No, I'm not!
Boris: Yeah, you totally are. No hipster ever admits to being a hipster. That's good!
Me: What? No, seriously, I'm not though.
Boris: Yeah, you are.
Me: No, dude, look at me! I look like a soccer mom! White sneakers? Big wad of keys?
Boris: No, look how your pants are rolled up, hipster!
Whoa. He should have been at that show the other night. Then he would see that I'm too far from even being hip to be considered a hipster. He is right though that no hipster ever admits to being one. But isn't "hipster" on the way out anyway?
THEN he made fun of me for having a blog. Sigh. See, I'm so lame! Not hip! Lame!
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