SOME THOUGHTS ABOUT PMS AND THE WEEK IN PICTURES
You know what. I'm gonna be completely honest with you. I haven't been able to blog because I've had the worst PMS of all times and I've just been sitting in the sofa eating mozzarella and avokado while trying to study and feeling sorry for myself. That's the bitter truth. Mm. And you know what. As a woman I'm now gonna stand up for all women that I know feel the same as me. PMS sucks. The moodswings suck. And it's terribly unfair that we have to both give birth, have PMS AND periods every month until we're 50. For those reasons I have also determined that no one, especially no man, has the right to be pissed if we're slightly hormonal once per month. I remain firmly convinced, that if MEN were PMSing they'd be off work for a week due to illness, with pay. And it'd be all society talked about, creating "awareness" for the poor men who had to go through this, or something like that. The society would be completely adapted to their needs.
However that's not the way it is today. (Probably for the best, since men wouldn't be able to deal with what PMS and periods entail anyway. Mm. I said it. Are you angry now? Naaaw!) So I've now decided that, from now on, I'm gonna embrace my PMS. If I have to eat 200g mozzarella cheese because my hormones tell me so, I will. If I have to cry because I can't find my umbrella (that's right in front of me), I will. Yes. There you go. Once per month I'm a proper moody bitch. But that's ok. Because it's not my fault. And it's not your fault either. So you just eat your ice- cream and cry. And if anyone says anything against it (most likely it's a man), just point out to them what I pointed out earlier: CHILDBIRTH.
Right. Now that that's done we can go on to the week's events, in pictures. Unfortunately I've been a bit bad with capturing everything, but I'll do the best I can....
Of course, there was the compulsory Wednesday girl- lunch. What used to be Scandi- club has now turned into "Scandiclub- and- Deborah- lunch." I like. I also like Debs' new ring. It's superhot. You can see it vaguely in the picture.
I had Friday brunch with Pete and Steve. You might remember Pete from a past blog post? He's Irish and extremely fabulous. We were talking about Spice Girls on our last brunch. This brunch we talked about our futures, female genital mutilation and religion. Oh, and we also talked about Pete's supervisor who he absolutely cannot trust or take seriously because she has a Cath Kidston bag. Despite this she thinks she's it. Horrendous, really.
However that's not the way it is today. (Probably for the best, since men wouldn't be able to deal with what PMS and periods entail anyway. Mm. I said it. Are you angry now? Naaaw!) So I've now decided that, from now on, I'm gonna embrace my PMS. If I have to eat 200g mozzarella cheese because my hormones tell me so, I will. If I have to cry because I can't find my umbrella (that's right in front of me), I will. Yes. There you go. Once per month I'm a proper moody bitch. But that's ok. Because it's not my fault. And it's not your fault either. So you just eat your ice- cream and cry. And if anyone says anything against it (most likely it's a man), just point out to them what I pointed out earlier: CHILDBIRTH.
Right. Now that that's done we can go on to the week's events, in pictures. Unfortunately I've been a bit bad with capturing everything, but I'll do the best I can....
Of course, there was the compulsory Wednesday girl- lunch. What used to be Scandi- club has now turned into "Scandiclub- and- Deborah- lunch." I like. I also like Debs' new ring. It's superhot. You can see it vaguely in the picture.
I had Friday brunch with Pete and Steve. You might remember Pete from a past blog post? He's Irish and extremely fabulous. We were talking about Spice Girls on our last brunch. This brunch we talked about our futures, female genital mutilation and religion. Oh, and we also talked about Pete's supervisor who he absolutely cannot trust or take seriously because she has a Cath Kidston bag. Despite this she thinks she's it. Horrendous, really.
I also joined a new gym: Fitness for Less. 15 mins away rather than 1 hour. Plus it's nice and doesn't smell. Massive improvement. This hopefully means that there'll be more hours of gym per week than the lousy 2 I'm doing right now. Very high fabulousness- factor on that one!
Me and Sissel were invited to Deborah and Charles for dinner. When Debs invites you for dinner you skip skip skip over there quickly- it's always amazing. This time: red wine risotto. Me and Sissel also concluded that Deborah and Charles are a really cool couple. Mm. Very cool. And just when you thought it couldn't get any cooler we get to know that Charles is gonna do his PhD in engineering this autumn, and Debs is going for a Masters of Law. So cool.
Me and Debs
The Risotto
Sissel and Charles
Me and Debs
The Risotto
This has also been the week when the naughty basket was swapped for the healthy basket...
... and when the naughty Big Mac was swapped for the couscous salad.
Hmmm... It looks as if I'm gonna have to do a part 2 (and possibly even a part 3) here for tomorrow morning, since the work for the morning class is calling me. Mm. Monday night snuggles with feminist perspectives on family law. I like I like. Stay tuned my darlings!
Oh- and I looked at my statistics and was very impressed by how many of you have been clicking your way in here even when I've been AWFUL with updating. And it makes me feel slightly ashamed at the same time. I will get better. The MissFriFri power is on its way back, I can feel it!
Hmmm... It looks as if I'm gonna have to do a part 2 (and possibly even a part 3) here for tomorrow morning, since the work for the morning class is calling me. Mm. Monday night snuggles with feminist perspectives on family law. I like I like. Stay tuned my darlings!
Oh- and I looked at my statistics and was very impressed by how many of you have been clicking your way in here even when I've been AWFUL with updating. And it makes me feel slightly ashamed at the same time. I will get better. The MissFriFri power is on its way back, I can feel it!
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