Day 38 - A day in the life of Reney

Well what a long and weird night I had.

I spent yesterday afternoon shopping with Vicki (My Bestie) it was great catching up with her as I hadn’t seen or spoken to her in about a week. Doesn’t sound like it’s a long time but we usually manage to email or speak at least 3-4 times per week.

I picked V up from her place and the minute she sat her arse in my car the laughter began. You know you have to be pretty appreciative to have a bestie that laughs at your stupid jokes, appreciates your stupid mannerisms, appreciates the fact that I am searching to find the ultimate red lipstick and have been searching for it for the past 15 years and understands my obsession with caffeine, and most importantly tolerates my driving. God love ya little cotton socks V. Hahahaha

So we got to where we were headed and I made V listen to a band called The Sounds. I have their CD on in my car and love it. We get to Starbucks sit down and have a coffee and V and I sat back and “people watched” which has to be one of my favourite pastimes. (Why do people wear slippers to shopping centres? I don’t get it.) It was quite an eye opener to see such young girls (and when I say young I mean really young) with their babies. Do I think it’s sad? I am sure they love their babies but yeah I kind of think it is sad because these young girls have now started an “adult” life without experiencing all the fun stuff that comes before that.

I remember at 16 being fearless, doing all the cheeky stuff that kids do, and thinking that I could do anything (which I still haven’t let go of that) do you know what I mean? Just being a fun, flirty 16 year old and I saw these young girls pushing prams with their babies and they all looked so sad and tired. When will these girls get to have fun? I remember at 16 saving up money to buy myself albums, makeup, books and these young girls are saving up for nappies most likely.

My heart goes out to them and I have to say they are very strong individuals for going through with their pregnancies and bringing their babies up. I know for me personally I couldn’t do it. I’m pro-choice so if I had fallen pregnant at 16 I can tell you here and now that MY choice would have been a termination. Would people consider me a murderer for having this opinion? I don’t care, it’s MY body and I do what I want with MY body.

Anyways, after our coffees we looked around the shopping centre and did some shopping and then headed home. My friend Alister wanted me to go to the Portsea Pub with him for a work gathering but I had to shoot him down, as I couldn’t be bothered going. So I stayed home and decided to clean my house.

I got this burst of energy and stayed up until 1.15am cleaning, ironing, re-arranging my wardrobes and throwing out 5 bags of clothes (which will be donated to The Salvation Army) During my cleaning frenzy I realised that cleaning my wardrobes out was very therapeutic, How so? Well I felt it was like I was shedding the old me. These clothes represented the old Reney, none of them fit anymore anyway as they are too loose and I never EVER want to wear them again.

I then got on my hands and knees and scrubbed my bathroom. I was going nuts because the smell of the bleach was very over powering but I loved it. Sniff, Sniff, Sniff.

At 1.15am I decided to go to bed, as every fibre in my body was hurting. My body has been hurting for a few days anyway what with my running but after all the cleaning I was trashed. I am liking the pain, I am liking the sting. Bring it on!!! Am I turning into a bigger freak than I already am?

So I get into bed and sleep aint coming. So I ended up reading “The Hardest Man in Showbiz” by Ron Jeremy. It is an amazing and witty book and an eye –opener that’s for sure!!! I read the book from cover to cover, and YES it’s about the porn star. It was an interesting read. The last time I looked at the time it was 4.45am.

Surprisingly I got up this morning at 9.30am and managed only a 20-minute walk as my quads are killing me. I managed to make it to my local newsagency and walked in to purchase The Herald Sun.

I have never EVER tied Elvis outside a shop and I never EVER will, so I picked him up in my arms and asked the dude at the counter if I could come in with Elvis (mind you the newspaper was an easy 2 metres away from me so its not like I was going to walk right in to his shop) and he GRUNTS at me.

I looked at him and said “Oh I’m sorry I didn’t get that, what did you say Sir?” He lets out another GRUNT that sounded like heeruuffferkknoopgy. Again I asked the man “Sorry Sir was that a no?’ Now I was not trying to be a smart arse but I genuinely don’t speak nor understand GRUNT. So he very slowly says “Hurry it up”

Well, here we go… Hard Arse Psycho Bitch Reney (that’s me) walks into the shop holding Elvis is my arms grabs the paper SLAMS the $2 coin down on the counter then I bent down put Elvis on the ground, get up, fix my hair and say in the loudest bitchy voice “Keep the change arsehole and I do hope you have a nice day” and walked on out. What a f*****g arsehole!!!

I got home and spent a few hours trying to find out what happened in the UK last night. I have to say that Prime Minister Gordon Brown looks like he has a stick shoved up his arse. Lets see what damage this nuff-nuff is going to do to the United Kingdom.

Reney


P.S - Did anybody watch the Sunday Programme this morning? I was watching it and saw the most extraordinary thing. A herd of buffalo were getting chased by a pack of lions, the lions attack the smallest buffalo and as they are attacking it they push it into the water, when suddenly a crocodile comes out of the water and begins attacking the lions, the crocodile was DEFENDING the baby buffalo!!! Then, the herd of buffalo come back and start to attack the lions, which the lions freak out and bolt off running. It had to be the most astonishing vision I have seen in a long time