Just don't have an 8:30 am class. Just don't do it. I know in the quaint little hipster mind a mandatory excuse to be up at an extremely reasonable hour seems to have endless benefits. Think of all the scarves you could knit if only, just only, you were up before 12. You could go grab BREAKFAST with friends. That's right. Breakfast. And it wont be that sad excuse for breakfast, like when you wake up at 2:00 pm and are still craving a bagel and bacon... so then you drag your sorry butt to some food venue and mentally beg people not to judge you for wearing last nights makeup and sobering yourself up with some coffee and tears. About 4 hours too late...
However, is justified bacon worth this awful wake up every fucking Monday? No. No it isn't. Because while all sensible young hipsters still haven't left their warm hipster beds... you're in class looking at freakishly bright powerpoints in a half assed outfit that makes you look as wrecked as you feel. Every hipster's worst nightmare, man.
So while all hipsters are still sound alseep, listening to the end of their M Ward meets Passion Pit playlists I am gonna get a heaping pile of bacon and simply say fuck all ya'll who are still in bed!
However, is justified bacon worth this awful wake up every fucking Monday? No. No it isn't. Because while all sensible young hipsters still haven't left their warm hipster beds... you're in class looking at freakishly bright powerpoints in a half assed outfit that makes you look as wrecked as you feel. Every hipster's worst nightmare, man.
So while all hipsters are still sound alseep, listening to the end of their M Ward meets Passion Pit playlists I am gonna get a heaping pile of bacon and simply say fuck all ya'll who are still in bed!
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