hipster. that's a funny word. or is it indie? what's the difference anyway? I don't know. all I know is that I felt like a hipster last week when steven, jordan, michelle and I all hung out in west ashley. half moon outfitters, earth fare, and me in a long, flowy skirt drinking organic green grass apple juice or something like that. if that doesn't make us hipster, I don't know what does.
we tried what steven claims is the best chocolate milk ever. I think he really just wanted to get us out of the shoe store because it tasted like regular chocolate milk to me, but michelle agreed that it was really good. and she would know. because she's a chocolate milk expert.
steven and michelle bought a cookie and a scone to go with their chocolate milk.
and I? I bought sushi. because sushi and chocolate milk totally go together in case you didn't know.
I'll confess that we listened to mainstream music like train and katy perry and one direction. so maybe we're not as hipster as we like to think. but still. we were pretty close.
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