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Thursday, March 06, 2003
When I was little and Asti used to babysit the unholy triumvirate that was myself, my sister and her little brother Adam, the three of us used to think she was Madonna. I mean, we would seriously get them confused in conversation. This is when she had very short, bleached hair and lots of jewelry (although in retrospect, she didn't dress at all like Madonna-- Asti was much more punk than disco princess).

At any rate, I am glad to see that she has continued evolving along Madonna lines, because, if you count the "bloody"'s in this post, you'll see that Asti has turned British... just like Madonna.

 Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:52 AM | shower me with attention