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Friday, 28 November 2008

  • I don't live here anymore.

    If I ever write for the internets, it will not be posted here anymore.

    Try here:

    http://winstonavich.wordpress.com/

    Ya know, read, comment, make me update, or ignore me.



    Also, the last post I plan on writing on xanga should mention; I'm married!

    I have a hot wife and she likes me and we're going to adventure for forever together.

    :)

Tuesday, 10 June 2008

Friday, 09 May 2008

  • So another week, another song. Today begins - more technically yesterday began - a week long vacation to be spent with my family and my Fiancée, a beautiful time indeed. Yesterday didn't feel like vacation because I drove 350 miles and saw a Radiohead concert, yeah it was incredible, and so when we got home last night at 2:30 I was fairly dead and crashed hard. Into a pillow; not with my car.

    But today is a wonderful day of reading some Oscar Wilde, going to visit my old place of employment, creativity, laziness, laundry; and all these plans are subject to change because there is not one thing that has to be done today on any sort of deadline.

    I did miss out on Steve Wozniak coming into MacAuthority this morning; that would have been cool.

    But honestly, I don't care at all. I'm in Birmingham. Freya arrives tomorrow. I'm with my family. I am happy.

    How it Ends
    by Devotchka
    Hold your grandmother’s bible to your breast
    Gonna put it to the test
    You wanted it to be blessed
    And in your heart
    You know it to be true
    You know what you gotta do
    They all depend on you

    And you already know
    Yet you already know
    How this will end

    There is no escape
    From the slave catcher’s songs
    For all of the loved ones gone
    Forever’s not so long
    And in your soul
    They poked a million holes
    But you never let them show
    Come on its time to go

    And you already know
    Yet you already know
    How this will end

    Now you’ve seen his face
    And you know that there’s a place in the sun
    For all that you’ve done
    For you and your children
    No longer shall you need
    You always wanted to believe
    Just ask and you’ll receive
    Beyond your wildest dreams

    And you already know
    Yet you already know
    how it will end.
    Currently Listening: How It Ends

Sunday, 04 May 2008

Tuesday, 29 April 2008

  • a song

    This song doesn't have much bearing on my life at the moment... I've just claimed what I love; not lost it. But this song woos my heart and continues to play again and again on my iPod, so I thought I'd post the lyrics. Although I still find that the second verse applies when I'm around my love... That's why I have to write things down quite often.

    Blessing in Disguise
    Devotchka

    Is losing something that you love
    a blessing in disguise
    who comes and goes into our life
    not for us to decide
    You can bury them deep inside
    but you can never hide
    You waited for them long enough
    It's time to say goodbye

    O my lordy O my god
    I finally see what's going on
    I count the fingers that you made me
    Am I squandering the life you gave me

    I never seem to find the words
    the devil ties my tongue
    Then I find the perfect words
    the moment you have gone
    Are we still lovers we'll never be friends
    Is this all there is? Is this where it ends?
    Was it fate? Was it games of chance?
    Are we victims of the circumstances

    O my lordy.......

    Bend your words into a prayer
    send them on a trip some where
    Let them ring and resonate
    Kiss your lips and seal my fate
    maybe losing something
    that you love is a blessing in disguise
    you've been their slave for far too long
    It's time to say goodbye
    Currently Listening: A Mad and Faithful Telling

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    • Birthday: 1/14/1985
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