I could write a small novel about the things I witnessed last night. The tight pants. The plaid shirts. The keffiyehs. The beards. The music. In general, hipsters hating the fact that someone might be enjoying something. Anything. But, for the life of me, the only thing I can clearly remember, besides the smell of cat piss and cigarette smoke, is this girl's perm. A perm.
Perm.
I'm probably just jealous.
She had really cute clothes.
gladkingonowhere (11:29:16 PM): But it is tiring to constantly be reminded that you're not as cool as someone who hasn't taken a bath in days and is fickle as the wind.
gladkingonowhere (11:29:39 PM): And be reminded of that from that person.
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