Now I've lived longer than Kid Rock's Joe C.,
and Nick Drake, he couldn't last longer than me,
and Gia Carangi, whose life looks quite short,
joined lovely Gram Parsons, who died of a snort.
You might try to tell me that I'm tempting peril.
"Better tip one for Kurt, he stared down a barrel.
Or Jimi, or Janis, they died this age, too,
and I see no Teen Spirit coming from you."
I'm accepting twenty-seven as neither bad nor preventable,
though I'm slightly more fragile, slightly more dentable.
I'm trying to find the bright side of aging,
though I'm doing more damage in the process of gauging.
My back is now creaky; my knees are a mess,
(though my sexual peak may be near, I confess).
It's too late to die young; I'd look like a boob.
But I am better than square; I'm a cube!
Hooray for twenty-seven.
Posted at 8:02 AM in category neither smooth nor popular.And you are also clearly a math/engineering/science-y person, Ms. "Cube".
Happy birthday, Kate! Is it today?
Have you gotten any lovely things in the mail lately?
Posted by: Ismat on 12 Mar 2003 at 2:16 PMHow sad that I'm the second one to wish myself a happy birthday...
Yup, it's today! I was supposed to be born on St. Patrick's Day, but my mom decided to kick it up a notch and have me a little early.
And Ismat, you are just the lovliest, greatest weblog reader of all time! You shouldn't have, but you sent me my most beautiful thing on my wishlist! Thank you so much!
Posted by: Kate on 12 Mar 2003 at 3:41 PMHappy Birthday! Ah, 27. Such fond memories for me. That was my Ultimate Special Birthday Year you see, having turned 27 ON the 27th.
Anyway, I'll make you a deal: send me a job, and I'll send you some wishlist love ;)
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