So for some reason I woke up this morning with Life on Mars stuck in my head.  I am not sure why that happened but it does sometimes, I wake up with a song in my head for no good reason.  Like, my dreams weren’t related to it.  I did have a sweet dream about going to a waterpark and riding just the most awesome rides ever.  My friends got lost at the end and i had to look for them but instead I ran into my friend Katherine and then we looked at picture of Fearne Cotton on my phone.  So that has nothing to do with this because obviously I am not posting Fearne Cotton or a waterpark today.  Instead I woke up with Life On Mars stuck in my head and it is interesting because at it’s core it’s kind of a melancholy song, about a girl who buries herself in made up worlds because she’s dissatisfied with the real world.  I have always liked the song and I think part of that is every young nerd can certainly relate to burying themselves in make believe worlds when the real one leaves you cold.  So what does that have to do with Emily Ratajkowski?  I could make a dad joke about her being out of this world but oh god I don’t want to turn into that.  I woke up thinking about her as well is the thing.  I am not sure why, this isn’t the first time that meditating on a song has made me think of her.  Maybe there is something about her and her beauty that makes me join her with music.  There is I suppose a something extra about her, something that kind of kindles feelings of something otherworldly.  I guess she’s another fantasy world to buy yourself into but I think more than that models, at least the good one, do kind of welcome you to build your own narrative about them and who they are.  It’s built into their work.  Or I could be talking out my ass, never forget that’s always a strong possibility.  The basic point is she is gorgeous and she does spark something in me when I look at her, kind of like a good song.  Today I want to fuck Emily Ratajkowski.