




There was a hipster, who stood aloof.
To recognize him you need not much proof.
He had a knack for affectation.
His unkempt appearance was not much more than an imitation.
The fine stitching in his jeans could not obscure.
His faded denim was clearly couture.
The vintage flannel which he wore
Cost forty dollars, maybe more.
In an attempt to display his apathetic disposition,
He would seldom spare an inquisition.
Many girls longed to be in his good grace.
Yet only disinterest appeared on his scruffy face.
He was always informed of the hippest beats,
To every indie show, he had front row seats.
His church attendance left nothing to be desired,
And his worship experience always seemed divinely inspired.
He had extensive knowledge of Church History,
And never hesitated to recite the Seven Mysteries.
He was well versed in poetry of all styles,
But in free form he could carry on for miles.
When it came time to eat,
He always inspected his vegan meal for meat.
Polluting the planet, he did not like.
He coasted from place to place on his bike.
The intensity of his passion for the environment,
Was demonstrated in his ability to reuse his dryer lint.
His commitments, he could rarely keep,
You knew his time was not cheap.
With that said, here's a little bit about us:
Kirsi and I (Heidi) both came from average American families, but we still managed to have colorful and diverse upbringings. We are leaving behind blogs of our own and coming together to create something bigger than ourselves. For any more history, you may refer to the personal blogs that we are laying to rest.