Look At This Fucking Hipster...oh wait
I'm writing this post at 2:05am, fresh from coming home after a night of shopping at Amoeba - the largest independent record store in the world - and buying Elliott Smith's first album; watching the critically acclaimed independent film Pariah in theatres; and eating at famous Jewish-owned delicatessen in Los Angeles, spotting and recognizing the famous DJ Rodney Bingenheimer dine in the same establishment. I'm wearing a turquoise cardigan, and a floral dress over blue pants. Although none of it is thrifted - it's still pretty out there. My friend and I are complaining about how there's no upcoming concerts for us to go to because there just isn't (and the Portlandia and Wilco shows are sold out! DARN!), while eating our vegetarian-friendly meals at 11 at night. We continue to talk about Portlandia, along with planning our visit to a Banksy-inspired art exhibit the next day - on our way home. Am I a fucking hipster? I suddenly came to this startling rev...