I read Infinite Jest three years ago and it “totally changed my life.”
I curb any conversation I have at a party around to books so I can mention how I read Infinite Jest and it “totally changed my life.”
I have a reproduction of Picasso’s Girl Before a Mirror on my wall, and nothing pleases me more than when a guest comments on it and I get an opportunity to sigh and explain why Miró was the aesthetically superior Spaniard.
I make any girl I’m interested in watch Slacker so that we can complain about American hegemony together.
I used to drink IPA beer, but so many people drink it now I’d rather just drink National Bohemian.
I started smoking cigarettes in my early twenty’s, but instead of smoking American Spirits, as you’d expect, I decided on Marlboro Reds, figuring they were the less contrived choice.
I’ll always be adamant OK Computer is sonically the richest Radiohead album, but secretly I much prefer The Bends.
Generally speaking, I consider myself to be the smartest person in the room, despite the fact I went to a mid-level state school. (But ask anyone—I just wasn’t challenged enough, or else I would’ve been a shoo-in for summa cum laude.)
I tend to still use irony and cynicism to disguise my insecurities and anxieties, even though I understand how it’s totally passé to do so in 2019.