In a coffeeshop, in a corner - judging all other fellow coffee shop inhabitants, in a fucking pullover and yoga pants, drinking fiji water and sipping kenya aa coffee, with my macbook, blogging, while attempting to read my physiology textbook, listening to some yuppie indie shit on itunes, making plans to buy camp bisco tickets.
god im not even embarrassed.
I am however, a little embarrassed (maybe mortified) for this girls skirt/boots combo standing in front of me.
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The pullover and yoga pants and bottled water are yuppie. The rest is hippie. I am a yuppie. I have two houses, two cars (used to have three), two dogs, and no kids. My wife and I both are professionals. We listen to music that is at least 20 years old so that we're reminded of what it's like to be young and hip. We would buy INXS and The Smiths tickets and avoid those newfangeld music festivals like it's the plague.
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