Happy Friday everyone.
Is everyone else as happy as I am it’s the weekend. I think it’s mostly to do with the fact I spent last weekend in an antibiotic-fueled coma. This weekend I plan to spend firmly in the land of the living. I’m in a really good mood and for a couple of reasons:
Right now I’m chilling at my desk, munching on peanut butter on toast and sipping on a latte from Vida. Pure splendor in my definition.
Tomorrow the Skinny Bitches, along with The Politician, will be heading off to Arise Cape Town Fashion Week. We have fabulous outfits planned. Mine will be the grey Galaxy-inspired dress with pink stockings and some fierce wedges. Blue Eyes will be rocking a cobalt blue jersey dress 
and some sexy boots. We’ll be sipping champers, checking out the duds and hobnobbing with the fashionistas. Tres exciting!
My favourite book, from the Babylon series, has been made into a BBC series. Fashion Babylon by Imogen Edward Jones has been made into the six-part Material Girl. If you’ve read the book, you’ll understand my excitement. And when it comes to TV, who does it better than the BBC. Not sure when it will be in SA but I’m sure DVD Nouvea can help with that.
Today was Mr Uppity’s birthday. Which means we had more cake this week. Even though a cupcake makes everything better, it doesn’t compare to the bag of jelly beans I got given and have now stashed in my bag in case any of my co-workers see them. I should share but they are so good, I think I can be excused for not wanting to part with them.
Not much longer to go before work ends. Which means the weekend will officially have begun. Hope you all have a good one.
Ex-Oh! Ex-Oh!
Pride and Prejudice. Whether it’s the book, the Keira Knightley version, Bridget Jones adaptation or the one where Colin Firth dives into the lake. They are all amazing and all evoke good feelings inside the tummy. 
How a pair of lumunious pink tights (like the pair I’m wearing today) can make your whole day better. Patterned stockings and brightly coloured tights with boots are totally going to be the things I will miss most about winter.
Getting to wear make-up again. I spent the whole of the weekend looking like a swamp creature. Finally my hair is straight and clean, my face is no longer pale and I can wear makeup again. I took full advantage of this fact but doubling the eyeliner and applying bronzer everywhere. I was so overdone for work and I didn’t even care!
Cupcakes. One of my favourite things about working where I do is that when it’s an employee’s birthday we get cakes. Lots of it. And right now, nothing tastes better than a chocolate cupcake. Mmm, there are even Astros on top. Today is going to be a good week, two birthdays to celebrate. Lots more cake.
Things That Bug Me
People who cannot express themselves articulately enough so they make every second word a curse. Now do not get me wrong, I have nothing against swearing. When I’m drunk, I sound like a fisherman’s wife. And sometimes there is no better answer to a shocking story than the F word. But if you feel the need to insert a cuss after every word
The fear of leaving the bathroom stall with my dress tucked into my knickers. It hasn’t 
happened yet but I’m petrified. Even more so, I doubt anyone would tell me as to be polite. Then I’d get home, Blue Eyes would say something and I’d be filled with mortification for a year. The only consolation I have is that I’ve thrown out all my ugly underwear and if it does happen, people will be getting a glimpse of some sexy lace numbers.
That for the first time in my life, I really, really want to go to gym and I cannot. The fat kid inside of me has been waiting for this to come forever and now thanks to my doctor I will only be working out next week. I may have gained a gazillion more kilos by then.
Boys who are bigger drama queens than girls. I am all about the drama, it’s one of the things that make me special. When someone else takes away my production time and that someone is not one of my beloved gays, then I get really mad. I have spent the last couple of hours listening to a grown man moan more than my two-year old nephew when it’s bath time. Are my ears bleeding? Because it certainly feels like that.
Ex-Oh! Ex-Oh!
