Oh come the fuck on, Bridget.

On 2003-01-22 at 1:21 a.m....

I'm feeling brilliant. Also, stoked with righteous fire thanks to the Sun, its absurd Tory polemicism and embodiment of everything I hate about my country. I can't believe educated people write that xenophobic crap. I can say that, of course, because of my Guardian-reading-lefty-homo credentials. Also, I accidentally typed 'xenophobix', which just sounds like a breakfast cereal.

Speaking of homo credentials, I want Will Young on levels which are just wrong.

I wish I were a professional snowboarder. Kind-of. It's just because I'm scared of the world and would like to do something purely fun for a living. In the continuing saga of my over-achieving friends, a girl I live with went to a weekend conference in Bonn. I, meanwhile, get excited if I get my hair cut in a building with exposed timbers. Also, I toyed briefly in Waterstone's with a book called 'It's your life; what are you going to do with it?' Help.



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