It's finally over!

I thought it would never end, but now my mistress can finally wear normal clothes again. I shall hinder her from wearing red for at least a month! How I loathe that colour. I feel the same way about clowns, mice and the exit sign. Yes, she had them all ironed on her pants. My mistress has a substantial lack of good taste. I do not claim to hold the answers to what good taste is, but even Britney Spears would know that mice and clowns as prints on your pants is not a sign of good taste. Yes, that was bitchy. I shall try to restrain myself.
I have always known that Oslo is an expensive city, but my mistress wasted almost 100 kroner on food yesterday. 24 kr for a bottle of soda and 49 kr for a calzone! I never heard of such a rip-off! I must admit that it didn't taste all that bad. Though I would have prefered real Italian pizza or pasta carbonara. I suppose one would have to settle for less when the best isn't available. The weather wasn't so bad, though a little more sun woukdn't have killed us.
5/17 really made me loathe children. Not the little ones under ten, but the older ones. You can really see the greed in their eyes. "Russ, russ, russ!" they yell and reach out their hand, expecting that a "russ"-card would conveniently find its way from our pockets to their hand. I truly wish I bashed the head of the brats that gave us attitude. That was practically everyone.
I understand that 5/17 marks the beginning of independence for Norway, but the celebration is somewhat ridiculous. And I feel somewhat sorry for the royal family up their on the balcony, waving for heaven knows how long. What was that? Did the cruel and cold Trisha show compassion with someone? I believe I did. But would I mourn if my mistress died? Probably not.
My mistress is sad that she'll never wear those pants again. I say: what's so sad about not wearing a pair of disgusting pants you've worn every day for the past two weeks? Like I said, I have zero compassion for my mistress.
My mistress finally finished thar incredibly boring book by Bill Bryson, after over a year. She pretends to understand what it says, but we all know that she can't possibly process even half of the contents of it. Now she reads another incredibly boring book about the Norwegian language. When is she going to read something interesting? I rather liked Jane Austen. Read Jane Austen, damn it! Idiot girl...