Not with 'it' anymore
I don’t wear make-up these days. I scratch my chin and eyes way too many times.
My moisturizer is for practical purposes only. You know, to avoid the cracks in my heels from widening.
I hate nightclubs that play loud and annoying thumping music. And the very thought of fitting my ass into a two-sizes-too-small skirt and my feet into a Chinese torture device some insist on calling stilettos is Freddy Krueger-ripping-your-heart-while-he’s-making-those-weird-noises scary.
Plus I’d rather read a good book.
These ‘kids today’ listen to what can only be called electronically manufactured crap. Why in my time, we listened to real music. Sigh. I miss grunge.
Come to think of it, I listen to bands where the collective age of all members is too embarrassing to reveal.
Fashion for me is something that's loose, airy and doesn't make me scratch myself in weird places.
I don’t understand Ashton Kutcher. I feel like walking up to him and saying, “Hey kid, get a haircut.”
I like going to bed at a respectable hour. Or around the time I pass out watching TV. Which ever comes first.
Big capitalistic corporations no longer aim all their advertising at me.
I'm just two beers away from shaking my fist at 19-year-olds and shouting 'You stupid kids...get out of my way'.
Seriously, I think the younger generation is going to the dogs. Why in my time…
Exercising was never this tough. Every time I reach down to touch my toes, I realize it’s really not worth coming all the way up since I’ll be back down here anyways.
So I’ve made my peace with all my body parts that are having a torrid affair with gravity.
The sad bit is, I’m only 27 years old.
Oops got to go. It’s bingo night at the community centre.
My moisturizer is for practical purposes only. You know, to avoid the cracks in my heels from widening.
I hate nightclubs that play loud and annoying thumping music. And the very thought of fitting my ass into a two-sizes-too-small skirt and my feet into a Chinese torture device some insist on calling stilettos is Freddy Krueger-ripping-your-heart-while-he’s-making-those-weird-noises scary.
Plus I’d rather read a good book.
These ‘kids today’ listen to what can only be called electronically manufactured crap. Why in my time, we listened to real music. Sigh. I miss grunge.
Come to think of it, I listen to bands where the collective age of all members is too embarrassing to reveal.
Fashion for me is something that's loose, airy and doesn't make me scratch myself in weird places.
I don’t understand Ashton Kutcher. I feel like walking up to him and saying, “Hey kid, get a haircut.”
I like going to bed at a respectable hour. Or around the time I pass out watching TV. Which ever comes first.
Big capitalistic corporations no longer aim all their advertising at me.
I'm just two beers away from shaking my fist at 19-year-olds and shouting 'You stupid kids...get out of my way'.
Seriously, I think the younger generation is going to the dogs. Why in my time…
Exercising was never this tough. Every time I reach down to touch my toes, I realize it’s really not worth coming all the way up since I’ll be back down here anyways.
So I’ve made my peace with all my body parts that are having a torrid affair with gravity.
The sad bit is, I’m only 27 years old.
Oops got to go. It’s bingo night at the community centre.
posted by Diana Kotwal at
Saturday, February 24, 2007
13 Comments:
way to go muths! you make me sooo proud! - sv
At least youcan see your toes while standing up.
talking of real music....i came to know that Aerosmith and Guns n Roses (reunited not comfirmed though) are coming to India.
So you may say your time (or rather our time, if you permit)
has come back (for better of course)
you're baaaack!!!!!!!!!1
oh lovely.. just what a 28 year old mother of almost 2 kids needs to hear.. first time here... funnily, since all my friends seem to be yours too!
And you always made me believe you were just 18years old. :P
You're so full of ... ummm, you already admitted that in a previous post.
27. Twenty blurry seven and she's cribbing?
Wait till you're MY age, you'll feel like Arthur Denton on the wrong planet.
J.A.P.
Only 27?! These are more the thoughts of a certain 30+ year old....I wonder what you shall say when you hit your 30's....
hey, been reading your blog and guess what? its time for an update! get with it woman, write something new!
joyie
wow..! wish i could write like u!
lovely - just what I need to know before I turn 49 - I thought all these came with middle age -sine we are like that only - grow down girl
heh...i am not even 27 and still nodding along...what does that day? sigh!
will you pplease right another post already!
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