So I’ve been hearing a lot about Lana Del Rey recently. That she’s had boocoos of plastic surgery and that she was terrible on SNL and she’s some pampered upper crust princess who got daddy to pay for a record deal. So I decided to listen to her album and see what it was like. And. I really like it. It reminds me of some sort of Virgin Suicides suburban teenage death wish melodramatic awesomeness. She makes me want to wear a crown of roses and think about death in a poetic way. Her facial features are still kind of freaky to me, but I like her music, and I’m sick of all these haters.
Yes. I just said “haters” in a non-ironic way.