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I hate how I now have to specify that I’m doing things un-ironically. Like, shouldn’t it be obvious? I barely have energy to put my pants on, let alone construct my entire existence around some winking, ironic, hipster-glasses wearing bizarro world where mom jeans are cool again.

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