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I went to my hair stylist, came out with hair eight centimetres shorter, and all of a sudden, the general consensus is that I look 'French'. Except for my friend Marianne, who believes that 'with the stripes and the dots and the black and the coffee, you've always looked French. And then people get confused when you speak German.'
Imagine that. Get yourself a pageboy, and your grandmother's heritage stakes its claim.
All you who had birthdays but failed to tell me - or rather, who had birthdays while I was trying to finish papers and see friends and mourn people who are leaving Gothenburg in favour of Africa - I'm sorry I didn't email you. André, Caroline and Vedrana, there are birthday cards with your names on them on my desk. Pretty ones, too.
Or, tell me what peculiar Swedish things I should send you.
Oh, and just in case I forget - happy early birthday, Avia. ;)
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Imagine that. Get yourself a pageboy, and your grandmother's heritage stakes its claim.
All you who had birthdays but failed to tell me - or rather, who had birthdays while I was trying to finish papers and see friends and mourn people who are leaving Gothenburg in favour of Africa - I'm sorry I didn't email you. André, Caroline and Vedrana, there are birthday cards with your names on them on my desk. Pretty ones, too.
Or, tell me what peculiar Swedish things I should send you.
Oh, and just in case I forget - happy early birthday, Avia. ;)
Notice how appropriate the music is to this entry.