One of the guys–the older one–gets out of bed and shuffles off to the bathroom, easy, like it’s just another day. But the other guy–the young guy–he hits the snooze button and just lies there. Then after a beat his girlfriend pokes him in the ribs and he gets up. It’s funny because it could really happen like that, you know?
On my mornings off, I’d lay in bed writing and smoking cigarettes and drinking Café Bustelo and being so omigod post-grad tortured, or I’d show up to yet another job that I’d fashioned all on my own—selling my not-yet-paid-for clothes back to a thrift store.
With all the hype surrounding Lana Del Rey right now there are a million and one questions rushing through my brain, primarily–is she a fairy? When “Video Games” moved something inside me, I was all like, “Yeah, I bet she’s totally a fairy.” Here are some more questions that have crossed my mind.
You live in your head. You watch people more carefully than you should. A trip to Starbucks isn’t just a quick exchange of goods. Instead, you see everyone. The baristas weird banter; the homeless man sleeping on the table next to the window; the emo girl on her incase protected laptop. These people have interesting lives. You don’t.
What is a phantasy? The word is spelled in a funny way, right? Instead of the word fantasy with an ‘f,’ (a word that indicates the presence of trolls, dragons or a fairy prince who lives under the Dursley’s stairs) phantasy with a ‘ph’ is a technical word.