My sleeping has been all fucked up lately. I stayed up two entire nights already this week. One on purpose, to work, and the other last night, because I was busy hooking up with this really cute hipster guy in Wicker Park.
Which is completely odd. Hipsters seem alien to me, like I can't really relate to them, and they are judging me (and everyone else) for not being a hipster.
But apparently occasionally a hipster and a non-hipster find themselves slightly drunk and really attracted to each other on some level, and then they go back to the hipsters incredibly cool apartment and make out. all night.
it was great! til 8 am this morning, when all I wanted was to go to sleep but not in someone else's bed, so I got up and left and walked a mile to my car, which was still in front of the bar we'd been at.
Hipster, hipster, hipster. I can't date him because me and a hipster dating is just a ridiculous idea. But I did leave him my number and i met him through a friend of a friend... or I should say, he works with M., my quasi, so I'm sure I'll run into him again. His floppy black dyed hair and tiny rectangular glasses and crazy pants and sort of tight black shirt were really cute. I'm not gonna ever be into hipsters but I have an entirely new appreciation for the fact that they are humans after last night. yay!
© beotch at
9:25 p.m.
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