Saturday, November 15, 2003
Elitist Prick.
You're the archetypical "more indie than thou" hipster. In fact, you're to hipsters what MTV is to the human race. First off, no one gives a shit if you were "totally into the Rapture before anyone else!" Second, loosen up, drop the pretension, ditch the act, and (for fuck's sake) run a damn comb through your hair.
You are the Elitist Prick. You're so consumed with
being on top of indie trends that you've
completely forgotten how to enjoy your once-
hipster status. It may be too late for you.
What Kind of Hipster Are You?
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You're the archetypical "more indie than thou" hipster. In fact, you're to hipsters what MTV is to the human race. First off, no one gives a shit if you were "totally into the Rapture before anyone else!" Second, loosen up, drop the pretension, ditch the act, and (for fuck's sake) run a damn comb through your hair.
You are the Elitist Prick. You're so consumed with
being on top of indie trends that you've
completely forgotten how to enjoy your once-
hipster status. It may be too late for you.
What Kind of Hipster Are You?
brought to you by Quizilla
Tuesday, November 11, 2003
Wednesday, October 22, 2003
R.I.P. Elliott Smith
"Alameda"
You walk down alameda shuffling your deck of trick cards over everyone
Like some precious only son
Face down, bow to the champion
You walk down alameda looking at the cracks in the sidewalk
Thinking about your friends
How you maintain all them in a constant state of suspense
For your own protection over their affection
Nobody broke your heart
You broke your own because you can’t finish what you start
Walk down alameda brushing off the nightmare you wish
Could plague me when I’m awake
And now you see your first mistake was thinking that you could relate
For one or two minutes she liked you
But the fix is in
You’re all pretension
I never pay attention
Nobody broke your heart
You broke your own because you can’t finish what you start
Nobody broke your heart
You broke your own because you can’t finish what you start
Nobody broke your heart
You broke your own because you can’t finish what you start
Nobody broke your heart
If you’re alone it must be you that wants to be apart
"Alameda"
You walk down alameda shuffling your deck of trick cards over everyone
Like some precious only son
Face down, bow to the champion
You walk down alameda looking at the cracks in the sidewalk
Thinking about your friends
How you maintain all them in a constant state of suspense
For your own protection over their affection
Nobody broke your heart
You broke your own because you can’t finish what you start
Walk down alameda brushing off the nightmare you wish
Could plague me when I’m awake
And now you see your first mistake was thinking that you could relate
For one or two minutes she liked you
But the fix is in
You’re all pretension
I never pay attention
Nobody broke your heart
You broke your own because you can’t finish what you start
Nobody broke your heart
You broke your own because you can’t finish what you start
Nobody broke your heart
You broke your own because you can’t finish what you start
Nobody broke your heart
If you’re alone it must be you that wants to be apart
Tuesday, October 21, 2003
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