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21 Years, 21 Things
I "celebrate" the passing of my embarrassing adolescence today. I use "celebrate" in the widest sense because I do not feel celebratory at all and would rather stay home, a grumpy woman (ooh, I'm a wo-man now!) in her ratty PJs eating wasabi peas, watching Ellen and Oprah back to back. What, don't women do this all the time, eating comfort food and watching feminist television? I feel exactly the same as I did a day before, only that I'm a year older, supposedly wiser. Despite my obvious ageing process, I still feel like a child when my mother and I speak on the phone. Some things never change. I'm constantly reminded of how weird and unconventional my actions and thoughts are. It's time I reviewed them so I'm never out of touch with my inner weirdo. Presenting... 21 Years, 21 Things: maybe these things make a JasminI have double-jointed pinky toes.Last Friday, I drank 187ml of white wine on an empty stomach during the interval at Varekai and got tipsy. I giggled through the first ten minutes of the second
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