“He nailed it,” Green told TMZ, praising Obama’s rendition.
You know you want to watch it again: Obama sings Al Green — Tanya
I <3 <3 <3 traveling alone. When I think of my best moments, the moments when I’ve felt the most confident, the most glamourous, the most like the person I want to be, they all take place in airports and airplanes, by myself, at the beginning of a journey.
TRUE! Nothing’s better than having a glass of wine at the airport before the flight takes off, or on the train while looking out the window en route to whatever final destination. Then the trip sucks sometimes, but at least that beginning was awesome. Plus there are so many hot guys at the airport. It’s messed up how many there are, sometimes.
ed: Barbie utensils, I think. I really like this, I don’t care how straight it is.
I cannot get over Achilles’ face in this painting. Holy shit.
He’s totally like: “Oh god, mom, put a fucking shirt on, I mean, what are you even doing? Can’t you see I’m busy lamenting the death of my boyfriend? Like I really need to see your tits at a time like this— YOU’RE SO EMBARRASSING MOM GAWD.”
And the rest of the Greeks are jazz-handsing in the background. They’re all ‘WOAH LOOK AT THAT TOTALLY WICKED SET OF TITS— I MEAN ARMOUR. WOAH’