10:24 p.m.
May 08, 2005
What up, hipster.
I consider you a friend. I don't know if you consider me one. It's hard to tell with you. But I like to assume you do.
Probably what's most refreshing about you is that you come from a social group totally severed from my 'usual' friends.
Aside from that, you're a fuckin' fun time. It's mostly just that you do what you want to, and don't give a flying fuck what others think of you. If that turns out to be hipsterrr, well, fine. But you listen to shitty music and watch shitty TV shows, just like I do, and it's all good. You understand that maybe it's not shitty.
Maybe I'm wrong. You seem fiercely independent, but that might just be my general unfamiliarity with your friends. You don't intimidate me, though. That's good, because that means I enjoy your company.
So here's to the girl who knows how to have a good time. For you, it's all about doing what you want, and that's how it should be. You're the epitome of keeping it real that NS has.