Lyssa Tells Me About the Stripper
Getting onto the affair of writing about Sunday now in these early hours of the morning (5:16 a.m. to be exact) let me now commence. As I had a very late night the night before I was woken up at 3:00 p.m. by a phone call from Lyssa. That is usually the way my days tend to start don’t you think… As I was waking up anyway she began to tell me of her night, the stripper and of how much fun she had.
Lyssa ended up coming home around 3:00 a.m. and how the stripper was a guy from Manpower. “You should have seen it” she stated, “He was hot, he was a real man”. From what I had heard and later seen in pictures, he took all his clothes off, he went the ‘Full Monty’.
Lyssa and the rest of them only got to see his dick for a split second as he turned around but Marley (Being the one who was having her 21st) had it right in her face. She was seated in a chair for all the time with a blindfold on made to touch his whole body. He held a banana in his hand and when she touched it she freaked out. That around when he took her blindfold off and stripped butt asshole naked and flashed his manmade gash, well his dick. Lyssa took pictures and on Sunday night I got to see them as she slept over.
Seeing the Party Photos
When he was getting dressed Lyssa walked into the bathroom and surprised him by saying “Picture time”. Lyssa ended up getting a picture with him but being sly to see her reaction he grabbed hold of her boob before the photo was taken, no difference in her smile if not more.
All the girls sat on his lap and when I did get to see the pictures let me say I thought all the girls there were hot. Well, Marley I thought looked like Lyssa and I found her very attractive. Then there was Bronte who has a thing about her boobs and has to wear two bras to hold them in place at work but looking at them in the picture they didn’t look that big.
Lyssa mentioned that all her friends from work looked hot with makeup on but she was just stunned by their appearances because they never wear makeup to work. Bronte had her hair in a ponytail and done especially for the occasion, Lyssa said it was amazing. Then there was the 28 year old Secretary who was Italian and she looked pretty delectable too. Lyssa and the rest of them were trying to set her up (I think her name was Shayma) with Manpower as he was one year older, no go.
Ralf Visits and Babbles
Receding with our conversation I jumped off the phone and for the rest of my Sunday I just relaxed, I think in front of my computer from 5:00 p.m. However, when the time arrived to 9:30 p.m. Ralf decided to come over as he had been visiting his brother Preston for the day. An hour or two before he came I think I was the one to ring him up.
He put me onto a girl called Nerissa that he told me was the hottest thing he had seen up there and talking with her she didn’t sound that posh or cute to me but more of an Australian lazy wannabe. Chatting about her name and last name I didn’t really want to speak to her because I didn’t know who I was speaking to until Ralf came over.
Once Ralf was over I was just watching a movie on television and as I didn’t talk that much to Ralf whilst I was also eating he soon got fed up with not being able to babble on. Within ten minutes he was off to get home and that pleased me a little as his visit didn’t really have much purpose to it, just babble.
Keith and Shawn Play Station Night
When the time arrived to 10:30 p.m. Shawn and Keith came over on response to a all half an hour before. They asked if they could come over and play the Play Station, I allowed it. Keith played Shawn first where he got his ass whooped and then he played me where he once again got his ass whooped.
Each time he would miss on a play he would throw around the control and once I said to him “Don’t throw it around it’s not yours, it’s Ace’s” and that’s when Keith noted that the controller was borrowed from Ralf. This pissed me off that I knew Keith had no decency or respect for other people’s property and when they kept making jokes about me and Ralf being friends I knew they couldn’t hack it and were jealous.
Keith Takes a Jab at Ralf
“No wonder you can hang out with Ralf all weekend” Keith uttered as I kept bitching about how bad he was playing, “Just like him you can never shut up, I guess the both of you babble on all night”. That made me realize that Keith and the others probably had talks behind our back about the both of us going out without them and I can see that they don’t like it one bit.
Heck, I don’t really like it because Ralf’s constantly bitching about them and his superiority. All Ralf has done is separate the group further from each other with our consolidation and the only superiority he’s gained is over himself.
Ralf’s now made it that the two of us go out, Shawn hangs out with Keith and Tatton frequently goes out with them also. Simon’s also coming back into the picture with Keith and that will probably mean that Shawn will couple back up with Tatton.
If it’s one thing I’ve learnt from this group it’s that they don’t like competition and they see Keith as competition in taking away the fun on the weekends and thus, they’re starting to hate him. Just like everyone hated Ali because he and I were the planners of the weeks and he done what he wanted to do, they’re hating Ralf for the same thing. Only this time, Ralf has less brains and I had more fun going out with Ali than I do with Ralf where I fear redemption.
Losing Madden by One Second
Getting back to my initial story of Sunday night Madden 99 I ended up playing Shawn. After the first half each of us had only scored one touchdown where we both missed our two point conversions. The pressure was on and Shawn’s vain loving of himself always being the champion was starting to get me fired up.
There wasn’t much scoring in the second half either and in the last minute the score was even at 20 a piece. Having one minute left on the clock I played it dumb and instead of just running the clock down I went for some runs and then some throws.
Being 20 yards from my touchdown line I went for the fourth down with only 20 seconds to go of the game instead of a punt which would have shaved the time considerably. My last play didn’t work and Shawn with two timeouts and two plays missed had one second left with his final time out. What do you know, he punted and the game was his. That is how close the games are getting and if I had punted I would probably have won.
Cards and a Late Night
After our games of Madden we started to play ‘Asshole’ at my house instead of heading to ‘Subway’ because I wanted to get back to my Diary. Insolence led Keith to keep himself at my house to play cards instead of heading out and letting me do my so called job (This Diary and my poetry) but for the next hour we played cards.
When our games were over Shawn and Keith played one more game where Keith was once again sorely beaten and soon after they left for home. The time was around 3:00 a.m. when they left my house and I kept typing in my computer until I started to get tired at 5:00 a.m. in which I finally got to sleep. My original plan was to stay awake long enough to hand in my form for Monday but exhaustion set in and thus, I slept.
Another Poem in Macedonian
Now I have finished Saturday and Sunday nights about to start onto Monday night but before I do I have once again been inspired to write in Yugoslavian. This could be a forthcoming new fad but I will try not to write too much in my Yugoslavian language.
Aide, Ooshte ednash prochitaigo
Cel den che rabotam I cel den ne igram,
Yus za tebe, cel den che poidam namene,
I yus od tebe, barem nishto che baram,
Oti yus znam, eden den che imat igrainge,
Now I think I am close to running out of steam for today’s entry but before I do leave let me include the English translation of what was just written. Once again, you will not be able to feel the power of the Sonnet in English format, you really have to read the Macedonian version to feel the power of the work. I suggest you learn to read Macedonian and fluently at that.
Come on then, can you read it one more time
All day I’ll work and all day I won’t play,
I for you, all day I’ll put myself down,
And I from you, truly, nothing will ask for,
As I know one day there will be playing,
One Thousand More Rotations
One thing to add quickly, I done 1000 more rotations skipping tonight and my feet are starting to feel the constant pressure on them. Now I must admit that I’m getting fairly tired now so I must be off but three poems in the span of one night, that’s got to be good. And to think that I could have gone out with Keith tonight to play cards at Subway; how do you think that would have affected me…
Diary Of A Mad Chaos is a daily diary written from March 1996 until today, of which individual books and book series have been created, namely “The Lost Years” an exploration of young, entwined love, the “Wubao In China (猎艳奇缘)” book series which provides an extensive comparative analysis of the cultural differences between Eastern and Western societies, and the book titled “Foreigner (华人)” an exploration of race relations in Australia.
