Bugs suck. They look like scary little aliens who want to kill us and eat our remains, and they’re dirty/gross. But they’re everywhere, and there’s nothing we can do about it. I think it’s been scientifically proven that if bugs stopped existing, people would stop existing, so suck it up and deal.
If you have a car, a job, a house, some combination of the two or all three, your life is a dream made of spun sugar and unicorn farts and you have no right to ever be sad.
Now, Sketchers as we knew them are a thing of the past. Instead, toddlers can get their Diane Von Furstenberg fix at Gap, and grow out of it two weeks later. Oscar de la Renta designs for children. A baby walked in a Chanel runway show. I can’t even afford Chanel lipstick.
That night, a bomb went off in downtown Atlanta. We awoke to full-coverage on the news. Over one hundred injured, at least 2 dead.
It is so quiet. The tempo is slow. The vocal melody is ridiculously simple: no big reaches, no jumping around the scale, no affectations. It’s the antithesis of “Hot Knife,” which may be the boldest of Apple’s songs, the most outgoing, the most “unlike” her.