Day 22
Dear Shabby… where do I begin?
First let me say that I feel for you. You’re in love and you don’t know how to handle it. You came to the Big Brother house in order to garner the attention you so desperately need to validate your life. What you weren’t expecting was to find the sexual man-jaw of Caoimhe. You can’t be blamed. It’s not your fault. The way you’ve reacted to this however…
Ok, so I’ve said from the get-go that I dislike Shabby, but I have to admit she has made this year enjoyable to watch because of her mental shenanigans. I spoke last time out about her teenage hormones and it’s nice when she goes ahead and backs me up by throwing the biggest tantrum I’ve ever seen from a woman in her mid-twenties.
The day started with Ife begging for tobacco in the diary room. Big Brother cleverly told her that they would give her two pouches of tobacco for a list of personal items from the housemates. One of which was Shabby’s “lucky” hat.
Ife gathered the housemates and laid out the decent proposal. Everyone was reasonable about it, even the non-smokers which is fair play because I know I would have held them to ransom. Shabby… well she had a different reaction…
The great irony is that Shabby was previously complaining (and continued to afterwards) about how all the housemates, except her, are selfish and only looking out for themselves. Shabby would not give up her hat (at least not without a fight… with herself) for something that not only she would get but her fellow housemates too.
The term “I am nothing without this hat” is something you don’t hear everyday. But the days that you do are always good.
What helped to exacerbate things was Shabby’s one true love, Caoimhe, had no sympathy for her and was telling Shabby to essentially “get over it”. Well, that’s not something that Shabby does well and advising her to do this might result in…
There is nothing sadder than a sad lesbian rich kid.
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I’ll be away at my brother’s wedding this weekend so I won’t be able to talk about the eviction until Monday. Hopefully Shabby doesn’t stab anyone in the middle of the night between now and then.
– Aaron Poole
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