sweet sixteen

my brother played me that song on my sixteenth birthday. am i the only one who thinks billy idol is (still) hot?

knit me a sweater so i don't have to wear this rubbish shirt anymore!
(pic nicked from here)

today, billy, i'm two times that woman. will you still do anything for me?

yeah, it's my birthday and i'm not necessarily handling this aging thing very well. the wrinkles, the grey hair, the need to wear my reading glasses even when i'm not reading, the sagging of body parts, the hangovers that just get worse, the youth of today and their horrible manners and poor taste in music.

still, i love my birthday! i was even getting butterflies in my stomach last night; baking a cake for today. i would probably get butterflies even if i was stranded all alone on a desert island without a person or present for miles. how sad is that.