Still Flying High

I feel like a skinny bitch today. Even though I'm cow, but who the hell cares? I should still be flying, right? Right. (See below post for damn good flying reasons.)

So I didn't have a vase for the flowers Mommy gave me. Here are my college musician vases:

Pretty damn creative if you ask me. Also, not my apartment... I'm apartment sitting, so all that manly stuff in the background is definitely not mine.

This is how it works
You're young until you're not
You love until you don't
You try until you can't
You laugh until you cry
You cry until you laugh
And everyone must breathe
Until their dying breath

No, this is how it works
You peer inside yourself
You take the things you like
And try to love the things you took
And then you take that love you made
And stick it into some
Someone else's heart
Pumping someone else's blood
And walking arm in arm
You hope it don't get harmed
But even if it does
You'll just do it all again

And you should all listen to Regina Spektor. Because she's awesome to scream sing in the car to.

THE END