Sometimes I forget about wonderful things that I am fortunate enough to be able to enjoy, like Billy Joel, or elevators, or my parents' generosity. I never use the elevators at work, basically because its pointless as my office is on the mezzanine or whatever the fuck its called. But its nice to know that I can use the elevators, and go for a mysterious ride into vertical bliss.
♫ Sing us a song you're the piano man ♫
Its not that I'm depressed, or seeking attention, or some other psychological analyzation, but sometimes I wonder what my funeral would look like, or what would be written on the wall of my "RIP Casey" Facebook group. I'm sure you do. I'm sure lots of people want to know who would be sad that they were dead. Which random people you haven't spoken to in years would show up, or which random people in your life were secretly in love with you. I would love to know which people felt like shit for being assholes to me.
♫ Sing us a song tonight ♫
♫ Well we're all in the mood for a melody ♫
Watching my babies grow up is so bittersweet. A new bunk bed and separate playroom may seem awesome, but it just means they're becoming more independent every day, and before my very eyes are graduating and leaving me forever.
♫ And you've got us feelin' alright ♫
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