You guys. I’m watching Scandal, drinking whiskey in bed, and looking at Arrested Development gifs on Tumblr.
There is no way I’m a functional adult, right?
Sigh. Don’t we all…well in a way.
Couldn’t get any takers for the listening party of this tonight. Bunch of party poopers. So I’ll just have to have my own. In my new hiking shoes. Think awkward white girl dancing will break them in?
When I was a kid (and admittedly even as I came to be an adult) I would sometimes (OK, maybe slightly more than sometimes) do stupid and disappointing shit that would upset my parents.
I recall one time vividly when I was about five or six. I scribbled all over myself in marker, because, as we…
My beloved home state disappointed me (again). So I wrote this.
the distance is quite simply much too far for me to row
it seems farther now than ever before…
(death cab for cutie-transatlanticism)
Today is one of those days where I am horribly home sick.
I miss the mountains. I miss southern accents. I miss stepping outside my door and being able to walk onto a hiking trail. I miss Bojangles. I miss my hometown’s local brewery. I miss the friendliness. I miss Cheerwine. I miss Boone. I miss actual barbecue. I miss swimming in ice cold creeks. I miss waterfalls. I miss giggling in tents on backpacking trips. I miss front porches. I miss not having to pay $8 for decent beer. I miss the parkway. I miss mountain breezes. I miss small towns.
I love DC, but lord if North Carolina doesn’t have my heart and soul forever.
It was announced over the weekend that the Charlotte Bobcats have begun to change their name back to the Charlotte Hornets . For North Carolinians, and anyone who had a love of the NBA of the early…
I wrote this. Ignore the egregious spelling error in the link. I wrote it last night during a bout of insomnia where I was also watching Scandal, so my mind wasn’t completely right.
Oh well. Happy the Buzz is coming back!
Still kinda my favorite Kanye:
“Home” - from Freshman Adjustment, the original version of “Homecoming,” w/ John Legend instead of Chris Martin, and the Patti Labelle and the Bluebells sample.
Man oh man, 2005.
Oh yes, please.
America’s poor are, unfortunately, often out of sight and out of mind. In the tradition of groundbreaking photojournalists like Jacob Riis, Dorothea Lange
Seriously, go click through these. Read the captions. Sometimes, photographing poverty and homelessness feels like exploitation. This is not one of those times.
My heart aches.
I just love this so much.
help it’s raining out and I can’t stop listening to Chelsea Hotel #2 and my heart is broken because that’s what’s happens when you listen to Chelsea Hotel #2 a hundred times in a row
How come it is still socially unacceptable to wear yoga pants and chacos out in public at all times?
My former professor and I were talking about Chick-fil-A the other night and got on the subject of the sheer perfection of this video.
I have watched it like 20 times since.
It is so good, you guys.