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I'm from Oklahoma, but I now live in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. I consider myself a native New Yorker at heart.
I read Vice magazine for the advertisements.
Nothing completes an outfit like a sweatband.
I cried at the last Misshapes party, and brag about it.
My favorite Indie band did an iPod commercial, and now I hate them, and all their sell-out poser fans. I refuse to leave home without my iPod, though.
My parents send me money every week, but I work at Beacon's Closet for the employee discount.
If my girlfriend and I can't share clothes our relationship is doomed.
I worship Marc Jacobs.
I got a $150 haircut from a salon that doesn't have a sign or awning.
There's nothing I like more than a luke warm can of Pabst Blue Ribbon and a Sparks.
My favorite artist is Banksy.
I have a mustache.
I bought these glasses at Urban Outfitters.
I have a vintage cigarette holder.
I get drunk and yell at people on the L train.
I smoke Parliments or American Spirits.
I talk about how much I love Brooklyn, but I've never been South of Park Slope, or East of Williamsburg.
I use hip-hop slang facetiously, and my Myspace "about me" probably reflects that. I do, however, use words "deck" and "frado"completely seriously.
I introduce myself to people as my Myspace display name, which is my first name followed by something like "Monster" or "Derringer."
I consider Yo La Tengo too mainstream.
American Apparel isn't a store; it's a lifestyle.
I pretend to listen to jazz.
I wear ironic t-shirts.
Nothing says dress up like a casual blazer.
I'm a vegan for fashion reasons.
Urban Outfitter shemaghs are so last winter.
I'm an artist, but I won't compromise my art by selling it.
I talk loudly about the books I read and the Fellini films I watch.
I am the bane of NYelectric's existence.