Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
We'll keep this from ourselves,
ignoring better health.
We'll be hanging around, just hanging around.
We're better lost than found,
ignoring better sounds,
we'll be hanging around, just hanging around.
'cause baby you're bad news, and I don't trust myself with you.
-Wrestlerish: Bad News
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Father and my half-sister, Andrea.
Stepmother, Lanie, and Andrea.
Sister, Nadya, and her daughter, Erin.
Nadya and her husband, Eric.
Brother, Stefan, with my mum, Edna.
Brother and his wife, Ilana.
Me.But I hope you’re there, I hope you’re there. And here’s to the after alls, and here’s to not feeling small. But I hope you’re there, but I hope you’re there, ‘cause it’s a long road, and I’ve walked it alone.
If you’d come home... And did we really think we could tame the bear?
Is there really not another way out of here?
'til the marching band tramples everything
I’ll be here.-Wrestlerish, The Rude Mechanical