14 May 2004
Ode to Peetie
Dear Peetie,
No longer are you the three-year-old sister whose nose I broke and then lied about it until last year.
No longer are you the angst-ridden teenager, although you still have some funky taste in music.
Somehow, you're almost, almost as cool as I am.*
Now how did that happen?
Happy Birthday to you (tomorrow in your time zone),
You live in a zoo,
You smell like a monkey,
And you look like one too!
*Okay, probably cooler. But I've got that whole living abroad thing going on, which makes me very important and interesting.
betholindo at 12:10