On the ninth day of Christmas, my hipster gave to me…
Nine top hats, handcrafted meticulously.
On the eighth day of Christmas, my hipster gave to me…
Eight o’clock for the rest of eternity.
On the seventh day of Christmas, my hipster gave to me…
Seven beating hearts, locked in an antique catalog cabinet stolen from a library.
On the sixth day of Christmas, my hipster gave to me…
Six brave dwarves and one who lost his memory.
On the fifth day of Christmas, my hipster gave to me…
Five doors to alternate realities.
On the fourth day of Christmas, my hipster gave to me…
Four strong female characters girls can aspire to be.
On the third day of Christmas, my hipster gave to me…
Three fine gentlemen, dapper as can be.
On the second day of Christmas, my hipster gave to me…
Two mothers fighting for custody.
On the first day of Christmas, my hipster gave to me…
A curse to send everyone into obscurity.
But I’ll give you three days to guess.
In honor of the blog’s first anniversary - this is probably my favorite post of them all (so far).
That’s right, it’s been A YEAR already! Thanks for sticking with me, hipsters.
No, we’re not going to Mordor. Everyone’s been there.
You tell your father - his rent is overdue for his spot at the farmer’s market. If he doesn’t pay by Friday, we’ll burn down his garden.
These long trips make me feel so gross, I need a kale smoothie, stat.
I got it from a really obscure place - a galaxy far, far away.
