At twenty-seven, everything before you is clean and solid and everything behind you is a bottle of Strawberry Kiwi Snapple, stuffed with cigarette butts.
At twenty-seven, I am between youth and maturity, between wanting to save myself and wanting to destroy myself. I weep during lotion commercials and laugh when I skin a knee. I bike without a helmet and I have Cadillac health insurance. I smoke pot and teach college classes. This year, I slept with the ex I pined for; last month I slept with a clerk I met at a camping supply store. Saturday I went to a cocktail party with MBA students, then left for a bar called Grumpy’s. At one a.m., I ate tater tots. At two p.m., I went to yoga. I am no longer afraid of rejection. I am terrified of black bears.
(Source: The Awl)
Lyric-Lapsing Music Video of the Day: What is lyric-lapsing? It’s a technique the video creators say helps to “achieve the surrealistic feeling of movement,” despite taking several hours to get a few seconds of footage. It’s astounding.
Oh, and the music’s not bad to listen to either.
I like this thing!