PMS is going to ruin me probably
- Spent 30 straight minutes crying over a story about Somalia on 60 Minutes.
- Spent 8 straight hours of work researching how to join the United Nations/UNICEF/Amnesty Int. etc.
- Realised it’s actually pretty hard to get a UN gig for anyone that isn’t Angelina Jolie.
- Completely overhauled my University plans to study a fluff Communications degree and promptly switched in to Law & International Relations (holy shit.)
- Spent 40 straight minutes weeping softly whilst writing a letter of thanks to Waris Dirie for ‘Desert Flower’ and all her in$pirationz.
- Spent 5 minutes panicking and hyperventilating over the fact that I might one day disappoint Waris Dirie and the entire nation of Somalia and probably the UN and Angelina Jolie and my Nan.
- Ate cookies.
- Stared at my once-a-month boobs.
- Ate a few more cookies.
- Hoped that my cat was/is still alive to see me resurrect the nation of Somalia and put an end to female genital mutilation because that one time I had PMS really bad and that guy I sorta liked but he was a bit of a wanker stopped calling me and she still slept in my bed with me and didn’t care that I got high and only brushed my teeth for like 45 seconds that night.
I need a shoulder. Or some vodka. Or some sense. Maybe a combination of those things. ASAP.
