the solitary bitch

As a rule I hate everyone. Except my sister, she's the best.

I like to rant.

I don't remember what my natural hair color is. I'm a serial hair dyer.

Meredith, 21, female, and I live in Kentucky. I just don't like to admit it because people assume that means I'm a hick, but I'm not.

I hate 90% of all the things.

Most of all, I hate hipsters. When people deliberately try to look like they're not trying I just want to scream. The ex-cheerleader I sat next to in my public communication class cared less about what she looked like than the edgier-than-thou hipster I sit next to in my anthropology class who purposefully styles herself to look like a poor, starving artist, the effect of which is ruined when she pulls out her iPhone 4 and Macbook Pro. You can wear threadbare sweaters all you want, I know you're not poor. So STOP.

That being said, I find hipsters unbelievably attractive. I can't help it.

For the record, if I use an image that isn't reblogged, I got it from Google. So don't send me angry messages that I stole your image and didn't credit you, because I didn't. If you still have an issue then you can take it up with Google. And no, I do not make images. I am technologically illiterate.