12 Kinds of Crazy

You're welcome.

Repeat Again.

Moonwalking away.
Sad.

Yeah, I'm with you on that, Bat For Lashes. Way back when, I loved me some Daniel San. Along with Alex P. Keaton, my cousin's boyfriend, my brother's best friend and the newspaper boy. And so it continued on and on over time, the choices may have been more sophisticated or not as hopeless but the feeling was still the same...I was born boy crazy. And it was so delicious, really.
I remember being four years old, my mom is shampooing my hair into devil horns and I am crying and wanting to know why? WHY? Why is Chrissy (my teen cousin) breaking up with Tom? She's so MEAN! My mom is trying to explain concepts too complicated for me to comprehend. All I can think about is I will never see my first true love, ever, ever, EVER AGAIN. And my god, that pain was REAL.
Do you remember that feeling? That crush? Do you remember all those wild imaginings of what being a grown up might be like?
I love this above song because it reminds me of something I forgot, some expectation that I once held, not just for romance, but for life.
Listen to it twice for the full effect.

You know that feeling of wanting something so badly...I kind of love that feeling, and I love seeing it in my friends. Check out the song at the end, Hammerhead.

WV Project Series 2009: East Hundred from Weathervane Music on Vimeo.

EP sent me the link to the above picture and then followed it up with this:

EP: hahaha
EP: hahaha
EP: we are the champions
EP: of everything
Tina: wow
Tina: thats really
Tina: gay
EP: i saw one of philly too
EP: it had a giant knife and a homeless man
EP: instead of trophies

and I hate you, Philadelphia.