|queen of taco tuesday. her grace. (prattl) wrote,|
@ 2016-03-08 16:26:00
|Current mood:||angry!lucy was angry.|
|Current music:||what were you going through 3 years ago?|
public | blast from the past: journal entry written 3/9/13.
numero uno. glasses. how fucking rude, hipsters. some people, (i.e., not insipid little punks that are milking mommy and daddy for all they've got) actually need to wear glasses to see. if you are not wearing glasses to correct vision impairment what the fuck are you doing? they do not make you look smart, they do not make you look cool. once an idiot, always an idiot. glasses are not going to make a difference unless you're superman and you need a secret identity to hide behind.
two. everything nineties related. seriously, the majority of you pathetic drifters were born in the later nineties and the nostalgia you feel is misplaced. if you remember watching fresh prince of bel air on nick at nite you cannot and should not reminisce about the nineties. your original nintendo t-shirts may be awesome but the fact that you most likely only played on a 64 makes you a fucking hypocrite and you need to cut it the fuck out.
trois. wool hats, wool caps, wool socks, wool scarves, scarves in general. it gets fucking cold in the winter and i'd love to be able to accessorize against the weather without being mistaken for a life wasting hipster. when it's not cold outside and you wear any combination of these things you just look ridiculous. i have no idea what branch of scientology you are getting your fashion information from but come on. take a damn shower and stop hiding beneath layers of wool. you stop it right now.
four. mother fucking buckets. used to be that street performing was slightly entertaining and now it is just plain annoying. i don't come to your place of work and hit random shit with sticks, why the fuck is it okay for you to come to mine and pretend to show off your talent and creativity when all you are doing is banging on mother fucking empty drums. i have never had beef with buckets before but guess what, you fucking ruined them. how dare you. news flash, it is not sexy to appear homeless and sit outside victoria secret and hit on ladies that are attempting to shop there. no one is going to give you their number, no one is going to gush about how awesome it is that you can bang on some buckets, no one is going to beg you to meet their music producer uncle. go home, take a shower, and apologize to your mother for wrecking her body just so you could grow up and become the biggest disappointment since the green lantern movie. quit it.
cinco. brooklyn. i love brooklyn, okay. you jackasses are taking over brooklyn because it's the new "cool" place but people with common sense have known brooklyn was cool for a while. you follow whatever is trendy and pretend that you hate it but what you're doing is creating an even lamer counter-culture. you don't hate the things everyone else likes because it's stupid or it's lame, you hate them because someone else likes them. you hate them because someone told you to. it's fucking stupid. it's a complete lack of originality. baaaa, hipsters. fucking baaaa.
and no, i will not apologize for dumping my melted strawberry breakfast smoothie on your precious wool hat and mismatched converse tucked into your designer skinny jeans and your super cool yoshi tee. if i catch your hipster ass stalking my vs store again i will fuck your shit up.