"She's in love, and the world gets blurry
She makes mistakes, and she's in no hurry to grow up
'Cause grownups, they don't understand her
Well it's a big, big world out there, but she's not scared...
She finds hope in the strangest places
She reads her books, and she knows the faces
Of everyone that ever said she's alone
She knows every word to the saddest songs
And she sings along, though her friends all tell her
That she can't sing...
She's eighteen, much too young
To know what a kiss like that would mean
But her lips, they were no stranger to the touch
And she likes it way too much."
--Mayday Parade, So Far Away

Monday, September 4, 2006

Crikey!

I read today on my Yahoo homepage that Steve Irwin was killed when a stingray's poisonous barb slashed his heart.

I find it terribly sad. Not only is he leaving behind a wife and two kids, he's leaving the rest of us without a Crocodile Hunter. Every time someone says "Crikey!" or makes a joke about him now, it will cease to be funny after a few moments and will be strikingly sad.

I felt like putting a tribute to him in here, considering that I'll never be able to wrestle with a crocodile or catch a python and that's the kind of living everyone should do. The daring kind.

Rest in peace, Steve.
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