Cake’s “Short Skirt” song came on this morning and I remembered the
first time I heard it, thinking how cool it would be to have someone think
about me like that and write a song about me.
But as I listened today, I realized that middle-aged me would need to change
it up quite a bit...
I want a girl with a mind
like a diamond
I want a girl who knows
what's best
I want a girl with shoes
that cut
~~~ But
with sensible heals, because later in the song I have to tour the facilities~~~
And eyes that burn like
cigarettes
~~~ Is this because I need bifocals? I *am* having trouble focusing at times. I need to see the eye doctor again, but not
sure if my insurance will pay because it hasn’t quite been a year~~~
I want a girl with the
right allocations
~~~Like, in my 401(k)? You’ll need to discuss with
my financial advisor~~~
Who's fast, thorough, and
sharp as a tack
She's playing with her
jewelry
~~~Because the carpal tunnel makes the clasps
kinda hard to be sure you got hooked on there and you wouldn’t want to lose the
necklace you actually ventured outside the home to purchase~~~
She's putting up her hair
She's touring the facilities
~~~In her sensible heels because she’s sharp as a
damned tack~~~
And picking up slack
~~~Why is it that doing a good job means you get
to do the jobs of those who don’t? This doesn’t seem all that sharp-tack
like.~~
I want a girl with a short
skirt and a long jacket.
~~~Or layerable sweater because there is no
fucking such thing as quality morning AND afternoon temperature in any office
building created on the face of the earth.
And also hot flashes.~~~
I want a girl who gets up
early
~~~To pee~~~
I want a girl who stays up
late
~~~Like 8:30?
Is that late enough because I may be able to commit to 9?~~~
It just gets sadder after that so I’ll stop here. And remove Cake from my playlist as I’m
officially too old.
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