Today is the day we celebrate both my emergence, butterfly-like, from a vagina, as well as the fact that I managed to survive one more year without being hit by a train.
Of course, the number of celebrities who had already peaked by the time they hit the ripe old age of 33 could fill a phone book (a small town phone book, but still…). Such luminaries include:
And of course, the Big Kahuna, Jesus Herbert Christ:
I mentioned this to my sister, who assured me that I had already peaked, too.
At any rate, this might be selfish but I would rather live to a ripe old age than be remembered like Eva Braun. Celebrity just isn’t that important to me. I’d rather keep my dignity–at least until I’m senile and incontinent.
You just can’t put a price on dignity.