Tomorrow is The Roommate's birthday. She is turning 29. She is
falling into the same "my youth is coming to an end" mindset that most
people do.

To celebrate "the end" of her youth, she has been having a series of
parties all week. One night out with the girls, one night out with
co-workers, etc. At tonight's gathering, she is having a contest for the
best haiku written about a woman on the verge of turning 30. Here are my
submissions.

kicking and screaming
i will not go quietly
into my thirties

crow's feet are marching
to battle my youthful face
oil of olay helps

i am so sorry
i can't hear over my clock
biological