I'm a fucking yuppie
God, I am such a yuppie! How did this happen? Aren't I supposed to be subversive and wild and shifting paradigms left and right? Oh, sure, it sounds good, but when you get right down to it, I'll go to the lounge around the corner from my house and listen to Top 20 tunes and sip a girly drink any day of the week before I go to the grungy bohemian dive down the street. And you know what? I'm okay with that. And you want to know why? Because it is awesome to make out behind the dumpster of the lounge, while the dive has no good alleys at all.
Go figure.
