{ now you're back inside my house again. }

[delga]

I have deleted the EmoRAGE post, but thank you to the flisters who commented and indulged my pansy-ass attitude to life in general. I have woken up somewhat calmer, which helps, and I am ignoring the fact that after this paper I have another to write because, really, who needs that?

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Oh, Shilpa Shetty. On the one hand, the comments made in the BB house were disgusting and I condemn them as instinctively as I condemn all things EVIL and CRASS. But I also feel a little bit like, hey, don't want to be insulted? Don't enter yourself into a competition that involves CELEBRITY CHAVS.

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I have spent most of my caffeine-fuelled wakefulness joining and browsing fashion comms, and listening to 90s pop - Billie Piper and Samantha Mumba, to be precise. I FEEL CHEESY AND WHOLESOME AND SEVEN YEARS OLD. Good times.

eta: As much as I still LOVE this song like something unholy but oh-so good, it's so self-contradictory. I don't quite understand the story-arc of the lyrics. Oh, 90s pop. HOW I HAVE MISSED THEE. !