So, this is a follow up to my last post, which chronicled the completely insane week of July 31 to August 7.
I’m happy to say, I survived. And I’m now living in Williamsburg, Brooklyn… and I don’t hate it. That’s right! I don’t miss the Upper West Side at all, because Brooklyn is
Yep… totally happy. Wow, I love all these obnoxious cafes, and ugly fucking hipsters who have too much money and no jobs! HOW COULD I POSSIBLY HATE A FUCKING PLACE LIKE THIS?
In Williamsburg, people are still wearing fedoras. MOTHERFUCKING FEDORAS!
This photo should tell you everything you need to know. I want to punch that girl in the face.
I went to Whole Foods yesterday and they have an oat milk vending machine…. Humans of planet earth… please, let me repeat :
OAT MILK VENDING MACHINE.
If there actually was a God, he would obliterate this fucking hellhole into oblivion.
Right now, Im at a cafe and there is a guy next to me with glasses, pierced ears, shaved head in the back, spiky hair up front, in a gross tank top, with tattoos, wearing a fanny pack cross his shoulder, black jeans rolled up to his knees, with white tube socks, and Adidas sneakers that looks like they’re from the 80’s (AKA: He bought them for $100 from one of the many insanely expensive “thrift” shops in Williamsburg. He’s drinking an ice coffee that he ordered with, of course, oat milk.
Remember when hipsters loved soy milk? Then they hated it. And then it was almond milk, but that too wasn’t the miracle cure they had been hoping for. Then, there was that brief fad of “raw milk”. But now, it’s oat milk. Williamsburg smells of the greasy farts of too many hipsters who consume nothing but oats.
OH MY FUCKING GOD. I’m not making this up. Now a group of 3 hipsters just walked in to order and this was their conversation:
hipster 1: Yo, dude, we need to get a shot of you on the train. It will be, like, great for the vlog.
hipster 2: Man, this is going to be such a great collaboration. I’m so happy that we connected.
hipster 1: Yeah man, we’ll call the video something like, Freestyle in Manhattan, or like, Brooklyn, or whatever.
Hipster 3 remains silent. Probably knowing deep down how completely meaningless his life is.
But like I said, I’m not upset. It’s a great neighborhood. Everyone here is totally cool. Like, the coolest. They’re so trendy, self-obsessed, and glued to their social media that they’re honestly the best people in the world.
How could you not like this neighborhood?