Like, I get it. I get the whole hipster I'm going to record techno music in my apartment on my mini keyboard. You're awesome. You might make it big in the whole underground raging techno scene, maybe. You like music and that's cool. I like music. I have friends who make music. I enjoy listening to people do their thing, making music, but most of that is good. You are not good.

I don't enjoy listening to you play that same worn out beat over and over again. I'm telling you, I heard that same thing on some sci-fi channel one night. It was the part, right before they were about to cut the alien open, only to find more aliens. You know, the anticipation part, when they find the little alien egg pods all over and then the scientists all give each other that look. You know that look. It's the oh my god, I just found baby aliens look.  Crazy alien babies.... Anyway, stop. It's been done. Whatever you are trying to accomplish up there, it's retarded.

Listen, I personally hate techno. I really do. And I bet you really hate my indie crap. So, here's what's going to happen. You keep playing your beats real loud, late at night and I'm going to start blaring a little Ray LaMontagne or do you like Frightened Rabbit? Of course you do, you little hipster fuck. I'm going to make you hate your life with some.... shit, all I own is hipster crap. I'm going to track down some Glee soundtracks! Yea, start hating your life you little bastard!

This is a variation of chinese water torture you are performing on me but with less water and more repetitive electronic beats.

I get up at 5:30 am every day for work.

Fuck off.