I had some strange dream about a friend being obsessed with the song “Sail On” by the Commodores and since I own a copy of Midnight Magic of course I started listening to the song this morning and somehow that has lead to me thinking about Emily Ratajkowski and man, I don’t get it either.  You know how genius isn’t understood in it’s own time?  Well that includes the genius as well, also doesn’t get it.  Did I just imply that I am a genius?  Well, I actually basically came out and said it.  It’s just way more comforting to think that way because Sail On is really just a standard bitter love song.  I mean, I dig it, and it does have that twist a lot of Commodores songs have where it is clearly from a very bitter dude who takes the tact of claiming he doesn’t care (“just sail on down the road”, “I’m Easy like a Sunday morning”, et al).  So the song is fine it’s just… what the hell does that have to do with Emily Ratajkowski?  I have no idea but for some reason I chose all pictures of her in white and did not even realize it until they were all up so… I am going to claim that has to do with Sail On because of Sailor’s whites and my mind doing something subtle.  Or maybe it has to do with purity of soul and body and she represents someone who is better than the woman in Sail On, maybe she small town boys like Lionel Richie are her cup of tea?  Well, obviously I am talking horse shit at this point and guys I am so sleep deprived, just look at the pretty pictures and know that today I want to fuck Emily Ratajkowski.