a small part of me dies each day

As I reach the latter years of my life… yes I’m only 21 but I feel like something outrageous, you know like 30, I find a small part of myself dies each day.

Sundays are now worse than Fridays. The fact that I spend the day upset - knowing I have to wake up early go to work for 8 hrs and do it all over again 4 times consecutively (that's if I manage to stay well enough and not vomit all over myself driving across the West Gate).

The fact that I’m not tiered during work hours but when I come home I like to ‘flop’ on the couch.

The fact when I go out if I last to lock out (2am) it’s a great achievement and well worth the round of applause I give myself.

The fact that I went to the Newbridge ball, remember everything and decided the line was too long to get into Star Bar so I got a cab.

The moment I see a previous ‘Rachel Metelmann Pashee’ at the ball wearing a white belt and white disco shoes was the real heart breaker. I stood back and I was horrified. That small bit of respect I had for myself decided to spew over itself whilst during across the West Gate. Yes I figure It’s karma. That will teach me.

So for the next month I’m re-inventing my youth, going back in time to the years of 2008-2009-2010. I am not doing the ‘2009 Rach’ extreme but fun I shall be! FUN, FUN, FUN. And If I am not fun and my blog is as boring as today’s – delete me. I’m not worth having around. I want you to go into your phone find me as a contact then demolish it but don't stop there. I want you to got o Facebok hit delete and BLOCK. Yeah I deserve it.

As you all know I like to finish on a random fact/note. Here it goes...

On a random note I thought I’d let you in on something bizarre. My roommate’s girlfriend tried to look after me when I was very ill (that was nice) BUT WAIT... she offered to go get me some lemonade and she’d ‘heat it up for me.’ Yeah WTF people? Warm lemonade is only okay if for some reason you’re stuck in the desert and it’s the only beverage you have left – warm lemonade it probably better than urine.

YOU’RE THE BEST, RACHI METS xxx