you say it's yer birfday
Mar. 26th, 2003 10:49 amI don't really feel 26.

My birthdays seem like the opposite of Star Trek (even years suck, odd years rule). But perhaps we can break that pattern.

My birthdays seem like the opposite of Star Trek (even years suck, odd years rule). But perhaps we can break that pattern.
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Date: 2003-03-26 11:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-03-26 11:05 am (UTC)Mind In The Gutter
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Date: 2003-03-26 11:32 am (UTC)ew
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Date: 2003-03-26 12:30 pm (UTC)unoriginal.
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Date: 2003-03-26 12:57 pm (UTC)THAT'S SO HOT.
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Date: 2003-03-26 01:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-03-26 01:23 pm (UTC)thanks!
Date: 2003-03-26 01:23 pm (UTC)also unoriginal.
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Date: 2003-03-26 03:27 pm (UTC)nope
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Date: 2003-03-26 08:34 pm (UTC)(Sing to the tune of "The Volga Boatmen"
CHORUS:
Happy Birthday! (UHH!)
Happy Birthday! (UHH!)
VERSES:
Death and gloom and black despair
People dying everywhere.
We brought linen, white as cloud
Now we'll sit and sew your shroud.
Now that you're the age you are
Your demise cannot be far.
May the candles on your cake
Burn like cities in your wake.
I'm a leper, can't you see
Get your birthday kiss from me.
Pay attention, you must learn
First you pillage, THEN you burn.
It's your birthday never fear
You'll be dead this time next year.
See the wrinkles on your face
Like the pattern of fine lace.
They stole your gold, your sword, your house
They stole your sheep, but not your spouse.
You must marry very soon
Baby's due the next full moon.
Were I sitting in your shoes
I'd go out and sing the blues.
So you've aged another year
Now you know that Death is near.
Children dying everywhere
Women crying in despair.
Now you've lived another year
Age to you is like stale beer.
Death, destruction, and despair
People dying everywhere.
Typhoid, plague and polio
Coffins lined up in a row.
Long ago your hair turned gray
Now it's falling out, they say.
Black Death has just struck your town
You yourself feel quite run-down.
Birthdays come but once a year
Marking time as Death draws near.
May the children in the street
Be your barbecuing meat.
At your age most folks go blind
You've kept your sight, but lost your mind.
While you eat your birthday stew
We will loot the town for you.
We love children, yes we do
Boiled or baked or in a stew.
We, your friends will never tell
That your body has gone to hell.
We love Laural, yes we do
For a dollar so can you.
We like torture, yes we do
We've a corset just for you!
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Date: 2003-03-26 10:17 pm (UTC)It seems the thing to do is to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY! in big type, but I find that cliche' and dull.
So I wont say HAPPY BIRTHDAY or anything.
Go to the Seattle Center fountains, I always do that around my birthday and people watch. I'm not sure the significants.
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Date: 2003-03-27 08:25 am (UTC)happy belated b-day. :-)
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Date: 2003-03-27 09:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-03-27 05:43 pm (UTC)1/3 of your life is over!