• Now that I have the sense not to, I can run for president.
  • I'm mo longer lumped in with that highly-sought-after 18- to 34-year-old male demographic.
  • No. 1 song when I turned 18, almost half a life ago? In the U.S., "Good Thing" by the Fine Young Cannibals; in the UK,
    "Back To Life (How Ever Do
    You Want Me)" by Soul II
    Soul featuring Caron
  • No. 1 songs today? Hot 100: "Promiscuous" by Nelly Furtado featuring Timbaland; Hot Latin: Shakira's "Hips Don't Lie" featuring Wyclef; Hot R&B/Hip-Hop: Yung Joc's "It's Goin' Down"; Hot Ringtones: Koji Kondo's "Super Mario Brothers Theme"; Hot Country: Kenny Chesney's "Summertime"; Adult Contemporary: Daniel Powter's "Bad Day"; Modern Rock and Mainstream Rock: Red Hot Chili Peppers' "Dani California" (I've only heard three of these seven songs. I must be getting old or something.)

14 Replies to “Thirty-five”

  1. Happy birthday! Now I need to go wish another Cancer (my mom) a happy birthday since hers is today too. Lucky!

  2. I read somewhere recently, one’s emotional, intellectual, and physical characteristics are in peak harmony; in concert, if you will, between 35 and 37 years of age.

    Good Luck and Don’t Blink.

  3. Happy belated birthday! (Came across your blog while looking for posts tagged “dreadlocks” as I am thinking about getting them.)

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