Depite the rain, I am still thirsty.

[estrelladlnoche]

The streets of Portland are awash with Clockwork Orange style motherfuckers. They taunt the homeless-alcoholics, crackheads, and junkies. Their lecherous smiles burn into the back of my skirt. Some of them are clean and crisply dressed, their pathologies hidden behind 5 dollar lattes and designer shoes, teriyaki chicken and organic wheat-free vegan

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[flyingazurepigs]

you forgot to mention the salmon......they might exile you for that one. Also, what IS the studded belt count nowadays? I started to really take notice around here for the insane hipsters and they're all but almost died out, weird isn't it? They've gone slowly into the sunset......in otherwords west, to portland, the promise land where hipsters can enver be forgotten and poor girls like you are doomed to look upon their formless bodies twitching under t-shirts and courderoy pants...................but for me it means more boys in B is for Britney baseball caps and jerseys screaming in between chugging full glasses of american swill, still Pabst, as their pants dangle ever so delicately below their ass waiting for their chance to fall completely, and they get that chance, and it always seems to be a cold cold day.

FUCK THE SALMON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[estrelladlnoche]

I really wanted to perform a mass action on that selected comment.
But instead I will agree that the hipsters have all made some strange sort of westward-ho movement. The studded belt count is astronomical. Funny how alike the so-called hipsters and pseudo fratsters are. They share a love of drinking shitty beer (why PBR?) and having even shittier attitudes.
Just a thought.
Portland blows.
I am so glad I live on a vertical numbered street instead of a horizontal named street because the closest named street...the one I walk along every single bloody day...is Salmon St.
How sick is that?

Did I mention that Portland blows?