After reconstructing two t-shirts, Libertarian Boyfriend told me I was a hipster.  When I tried to protest, he pointed out my love for irony, my music tastes, the fact that I had just reconstructed two t-shirts, and my disdain for hipsters.

I cocked my eyebrow at him and gave him the evil eye.  As a matter of fact, I’m still giving him the evil eye.  Bastard!

(This conversation should not be confused with the one where I started tearing up about E.T. with a shaky, sniffle punctuated “b-b-b-b-b-b-but the government wanted to do experiments on himanditwassoooosadican’twatchit!” He then responded by asking if that was when I first became a libertarian. That fuck.)

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