Baby hold me like you don't wanna let go, cause in the morning it'll be tomorrow.

[raybear]

This morning most of the seats on the train were full, but I found one to claim. A sideways bench, next to a hipster boy. I think I gave proper notice that I was sitting down, since I stepped past him, paused for a second to swivel my bag around, then sat. But he didn't seem to move his legs over to his half of the seat, even after my ass was already in the chair. I was very close to blurting out, "baby, move, cause I KNOW your dick isn't big enough to warrant that spread." Instead I just gave him a "oh please, can we hurry it up?" look. He, in turn, gave me an incredulous look, like he was not sure why I was touching him or why I needed more than half of a seat when his scrawny self obviously needed one and a half. I nearly pulled the trucker's cap off his head and beat him to death with it, which would take a long time but I'm sure I'd enjoy every second of it. Yes, he was actually wearing a trucker's cap.

I didn't feel hostile when I woke up this morning. It must have been hiding inside my swollen eyes. More likely the caffeine hadn't quite kicked in. Now I'm doing okay.

My apartment is starting to come along, but I still didn't spend nearly enough time unpacking this weekend as I wanted. It's starting to make me feel unsettled to have so many boxes and items in disarray. Last night I spent ten minutes looking for my rug which appears to have somehow gotten lost or left in the truck and the more I looked for it, the more I got obsessed with what needs to be done. As if I'm not already constantly making lists in my head.

But cooking lots of meals and cuddling in bed and taking nice showers in a high ceiling bathroom makes home a wonderful place, even in the midst of partial chaos.

Comments

[misterbz.livejournal.com]

I HATE hipsters! They are much worse when you are forced to interact with them on a regular basis. I knew one hipster gal, and couldn't put my finger on why I hated her so much until I found this site:

http://www.hipstersareannoying.com

And I quote:
"As long as it takes you to subscribe to Vice magazine, move to Williamsburg, ravage a thrift store for ironic T-shirts and creepers. That's precisely how long it takes to become a hipster, which is of course why hipsters are all so full of shit. And as for 'proving yourself,' it seems to depend completely on which hipster species you are being sunk into, but generally a few prompt name-drops will do. Here are a few names (in no particular order) that can be dropped in almost any hipster situation — from crooked trucker cap to tweedy academic — and are sure to evoke the universal gurgling hipster 'coo,': Bob Pollard or 'GBV', Yo La Tengo, James Joyce, Stanley Kubrick, Charlie Parker, Crumb, Christopher Hitchens, Brian Wilson, 'Indy,' Illuminati, Don't Look Back, Cocksucker Blues, Eat The Document, Samuel Beckett, Betty Page, Derrida, Foucault, Kindercore, 'Alt-Country' … but really it's much, much simpler than this because such is the nature of the hipsters that they will believe almost anything in order to avoid looking 'out of it.' As they get older of course they sometimes wise up, but the young trucker-cap Williamsburg loft-dwellers are a cinch, all you have to do is condescend to them a little and drop some esoteric references and you're sure to become a hipster in no time at all, and that's the truth Jack. "