“We only write about two feelings: one is the first day of summer when you and all of your friends are standing on the edge of a cliff watching the sun set and being overcome with all of your hopes and dreams at once. The other is when you’re walking alone in the rain and realize you will be alone forever.”
—The Drums
August 2010
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Job perks
“I just came home and saw my notifications and it was like, ‘Andrew WK is following you on Twitter.” I pretty much just said to myself, ‘Mission accomplished.’”
So my fellow editorial intern Bonnie wrote this radical article on Andrew WK’s Twitter.
In almost-as-cool news, Northbrook Garage started following me.
“When she said that, I … choked on my watermelon.”
—Charlene
before bed
- Me: You better help make the bed or I'm giving you one of the unicorn pillowcases.
- Husband: Augh, no!
- Me: They're not that bad, really! I mean, they're kind of, you know, ironic, right?
- Husband: They can only be ironic if you haven't had them continuously since you were six.
“Beca. I just had a dream and we were eating some fucking awesome Indian food.”
—Text from Shaunie.
Balls to the Wale
Wale (Feat. Lady Gaga) - Chillin’ from tiniyah on Vimeo.
“Do you know what ‘wale’ is?”
“What?”
“W-A-L-E. Jim just texted me to see if I wanted to see ‘wale’ for free tonight. Is that a movie or a band?”
“I don’t know but you should go.”
So I did. Apparently D.C. rapper Wale (pronounced “Wall-A,” kind of like “Sade” but with a “W” instead) has got fans. Like, so many fans that they entirely packed out the innards of Center Stage … I mean, he collab’d with Lady Gaga. I guess I didn’t realize what luck we had scoring those free passes.
Highlights include Jim catching Wale’s gigantic, red baseball cap, snagging some sweet (I’m assuming, I haven’t given ‘em a listen yet) mix-tapes outside the venue and the whole crowd chanting “no soup for you.” Oh Wale. If only I’d known before.
One day.
- Me: you are a steaming sack of lies, mister!
- Him: your the steaming sack
- Me: my the steaming sack
- always!
- Him: haha, yes
- I am going to remove the apostrophe key from your keyboard so we can live in a beautiful un-punctuated world together
- Me: hahahahahaha
- you just hyphenated un-punctuated
- Him: fuck
- damn you spinnaker
- (shaking my fist at the sky)
kevyn ryan: i really want to care. →
kevynryan.tumblr.com
i really want to defy the notion that we’re just a panicking generation; we don’t want to work so we always say we hate our jobs.
i really want to be thankful for the big paycheck and the fact that i get to keep my piercings in and i get along with everyone.
but i’m starting to feel like milton…
ATL doesn’t have a coast or your boyfriend but it does have your best friend who misses you so much.
i dreamt
of my future daughter.
she was way cuter than me, and my first insinct
was to cut her super short bangs.
ready to have children? definitely not.
“Listening to your CD, cleaning the house and found an ancient bong in [the] basement. Today cannot be any better. Love you!”
—Cay, via text.
“So have you been signed on as senior Justin Bieber analyst?”
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Confession
When I pair a short dress/skirt with tights, I tend to forget that that doesn’t quite constitute as pants and will often proceed to sit in very un-ladylike fashions at my “desk.”
“P.S.—Enjoy Tifton, the in-demand romantic hipster getaway spot this weekend!”
—The ending from my sister’s e-mail … She’s a bit of a douche sometimes.
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“Hey guys … I know it’s the Headphone Mausoleum in here or whatever, but if you’re listening to some music that world should hear, then PLAY IT! We’re a freaking rock-and-roll magazine here.”
—My boss
- Me: Ugh. I get such a boner for kitchen appliances.
- Erik: Sounds painful.
- erik: ill show you the episode
- me: will you?
- will you show me the episode?
- erik: ya, I have it on dvd
- me: will YOU show me THE episode?
- WILL you SHOW me the EPISODE?
- erik: stop that
