Until now, I've always disliked the 90s. All that denim, short gelled hair - on girls - and croptops. Hair bunches, lazy stoner guys and Aqua. However I recently can't stop listening to whiny grunge girl bands Veruca Salt, Hole, pairing cute, school girl jumpers, with heavy eyeliner and wishfully searching for a copy of the Face. I've been addicted to my Last.fm account zenning out to my Montell Jordan and Black Box stalking submitted band photographs, mentally planning my shopping list: logo adorned retro sportswear, more black and a new red lipstick; I think my little sister stole mine.

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