obviously this represents a failure |
blah blah on the internet |
someone is home alone
(Source: geosmin)
| india: | how much do you want to make me lunch? |
| claire: | ... |
| india: | like on a scale of one to ten? |
| claire: | negative four. that means you make ME lunch. |
Atlanta, GA — 01/11/11
When it’s rainy here, which is basically always, the cloudy haze keeps it from ever getting 100% dark at night, so there’s always this soft night-light glow that I’d almost forgotten.
Ok. It’s time for me and Millie to stop FARTIN’ AROUND and get serious about acquiring the job of music director for the Atlanta Braves. I have no doubt we could turn that crowd out like Stroker Ace. If you thought that part when Charlie Sheen gets called out from the bullpen at the end of Major League was nuts, then you ain’t seen nothing yet*! We got stadium anthems on stack! If there’s a handclap/footstomp backbeat then we got you, baby. We got you. Plus, we’ve got Klymaxx’s “Meeting in the Ladies Room” in our back pocket for whenever the visiting team’s pitching coach goes to the mound. No one else is bringing that kind of shit to the table.
Basically, if this post doesn’t start a citywide petition to get us up in the dj booth at Turner Field then that’s on y’all.
*that’ll be in our repertoire, you best believe.
Okay, if the internet got Betty White on Saturday Night Live, ya’ll can certainly take care of this for us. Let’s go viral, people!
This is important.
(via debbiecountry)
Awesome Building in Atlanta, GA (I’m not sure what the actual name is)
This is one of my favorite buildings in Atlanta and I’m really going to miss it. At night, the top lights up and I’ve always thought it looks like a candle. My father has told me its name more than once, but I don’t remember.
Goodbye, candle building.
(Source: thedoldrumsarekillingme)
quoting myself because I can (via drinkyourjuice)
me too: “here’s how legal four loko is in georgia: you can buy it without an ID”
(via geosmin)
For some reason this draws the phrase “GET TO THE SAFEHOUSE!” to mind.
I can’t say why, for certain.
Maybe because our apartment building evokes an APOCOLYPTIC WASTELAND?
(via thedoldrumsarekillingme)