<*dv_3*>Today my mother told me how much I've changed in a year. She said I was now a 'sensible young woman' I pointed out the chocolate sorcery kit on my bed, and my new pink Skechers aimed at 6yr olds, but she just smiled.
<*dv_2*> But now I'm proper scared. What the hell am I? I head off to uni with my My little Pony T-Shirt and bunches, with my Hello Kitty bag and range of furry pens. Some remark that I do not look my 23 yrs and certainly don't act it. But then I catch myself, telling girls they should be wearing a nice warm coat on a chilly day like this and having a 20 note tucked away in a special part of my purse - just in case.
What has happened to the me that used to want to go out and be drunk and silly every weekend? It's my 'going out genes' theory. No, not nice jeans with sparkles and tassels, but the in-built desire to go out anymore. I find by Friday evening that all I want is bath jammies bed. When I do take myself out on the town, my shoes hurt, the music's lost on me, and I usually end up in the loos offering counselling to heart-broken 18 year olds! - well sweetheart, you will wear a top like a hankie.
<*dv_1*> But I'm not sensible. I've just spent 10 on yet another My little Pony, I live on crisps and party food, two separate people bought me bubbles for my birthday!
But no one at uni remembers Press Gang! - This was unearthed during an apparent stolen question paper debacle.
<*dv_0*> Oh well, Trisha is coming on...
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