Spending Riches Before I Earn Them (Part 1)

Spending Money Before I Earn It

These days are beginning to gain momentum, my desires are flaming with passion and these dreams are again conceiving to stir. There has been much ado and excitement in the past couple of days and indeed in this month where I have tried to keep myself busy. To explain my thoughts and feelings properly would be nigh impossible because there is so much commotion up there but to say that it is a new world is an understatement. Nothing much has changed thus far but things are looking up in regards to my life of employment.

With this interview I have completed today I fared beautifully and already, with the prospects of this job in my hands I am dreaming of the riches that money can buy. Nay, rather than dreaming, I have set to planning up to a year down the track, all the lovely little things that I will buy to improve my life and hobbies. For example, I have the whole setup of my room figured out when it comes to new white goods.

Where the television is right now in the bottom right hand side of the speaker, it will be replaced with a 100 CD stacker. On top of the stacker I will fit a CD Re-recorder so that I can put down a mix whenever I feel the need. There will be a new amplifier on the way to replace the one that is aging now and a whole set of new speakers will bounce the walls within my room and up the street.

Then there will be a new desk for my new computer, a modem setup, a printer and scanner for my artwork. The laptop I’ve always wanted will be in the works also, with more than a grand and a half being saved for that contraption. Jumping the gun you might say but the job is well and truly in the bag for me, they said so themselves. My interview couldn’t have been better with my anxiety down to a minute fraction and their well-disposed manners an advantageous bonus.

Keeping Keith Company

With all the nooks and crannies figured out about my budget and even in what duration my Credit Card will be paid off, I start the seminar now for chronology and leave all options open for musing. Starting on Monday afternoon when we headed for Keith’s house, I shall note that we also picked up Shawn along the way. In any case, when arriving at Keith’s house we weren’t so much there to comfort him for his pains but just to keep him company in his sorrowful hours.

His mum seemed more concerned for Keith as she rang him twice through the day thinking he was going to do something that consisted of him taking his own life. As far away as that seems from the truth Keith leveled with me and noted he knew now how Lake felt around the time that he killed himself. In Keith’s words, Lake spent his whole life with Nina and didn’t really have friends and when they broke up, he thought that he had no one to turn to and decided there was nothing left worth living.

How wrong Lake was but when Keith put himself in the same thought as Lake’s death, it sounded a bit awkward and put on to me. I’m not going to say that Lake was wrong or dumb for what he had done but Keith would never stoop to that level, trying, as I said, not to demoralize Lake in any way.

Footy and Tamsen’s Cards

While at Keith’s house we watched two games of Football on Foxtel which I personally didn’t find to be interesting games. The only comfort in watching the Football was that Brisbane Broncos finally got themselves another win against a feeble opponent that by Brisbane’s fickle year has been deemed formidable, at least for one game. The state of origin is also only weeks away now and the excitement is beginning to pound away at my heart with the anticipation of a maroon victory.

When the Football started to turn our respects I suggested playing cards and both Shawn and Keith accepted. “These are Tamsen’s cards” Keith uttered as he digressed into his own little world before sadly uttering “I’ll have to return them to her”. I find it sad in breakups when the two people feel the urge and obligation to hand back personal possessions.

With Lyssa, she wanted back all the photos of her, the moon ring (Which at one point she thought she had lost) and all other possessions she had given to me lovingly. However, Lyssa’s forswearing of my possessions was an act of reprisal, not sorrow as it should rightly be. It was on Monday that Shawn was told about Keith breaking up with Tamsen. Shawn took it as I did but with less bearing as I placed on such dubiety.

Kicking the Footy Around

When cards started to get boring we headed out to Keith’s front yard to kick around his Football. Ever since we arrived to Keith’s house we could hear the people who moved into Thaddeus’s old house squabbling. As usually is the case, it was a husband and wife domestic argument and they didn’t hold back on what they said loudly to each other. Even inside Keith’s house while watching television we could still hear them.

Keith noted that everyone on the street hates them and Keith’s dad once called the police on them because he had to get to work early the next day. Kicking the Football began in Keith’s front yard. Although Keith is supposed to be a sportsman his kicks were the most ungraceful. Mine were mostly filled with jovial attempts to get past Shawn to grubber the ball into the shrubs and plants and then finally to Keith.

There was one time when Shawn kicked the ball high and I went up high over Keith’s head to mark the ball and done so accurately. Then there is the mishap of Keith accidentally slapping me in the face and then me unintentionally doing the same to him, only worse. You see, I was in front of Keith and leaping up to catch a ball I swung my hand backward to push off his shoulder but smacked him right upside the head. The slap to my face did register some red inflaming but I’m sure my inadvertent cuff registered much more of an affliction.

A Kick Gone Wrong

The game continued to his street where we kicked up and down to each other. This resulted because Keith almost hit his own Foxtel beam on the roof but his aim didn’t fare any better once on the road. Successfully booting the ball high off the embrace of his right stalwart foot, he made the air seem subordinate under the ball’s transcending presence. His bomb however did find desired altitude and all our mouths lay agape as it began to plunge.

Keith’s next door neighbors were working in their front garden as the ball began its aimless spiral towards ground, ever so closer towards them. Despite our calculative beacons of distress the Asian lady didn’t look up in time and a ball that started descending from many meters up in the sky hit her hard in the lower back as she was bending over. The whole street was in awe when it did happen and as it did, we hoped she was alright under Keith’s misguided kick.

Clutching her back with one hand, stunned, she turned around to see who it was as her older husband tried to console her. There wasn’t much more than joking expressions of pain on her face but after Keith apologized more than twenty times we headed back into his house, more or less Keith was embarrassed and ashamed.

Binh and Phoenix

Within the time that we spent back in Keith’s house he chatted to Binh twice on the phone. Word was that Binh wanted to get onto Phoenix bad now and they were chatting to each other because he wanted her number. Later in the day Phoenix called Keith asking for Binh’s number so obviously she was interested in Binh. I can understand that Phoenix likes Binh because he’s a nice guy and sincere but what I can’t figure out is who’s taking advantage of who.

Here is Binh who wants to get laid (Or so he says that’s as far as he wants to take it) and here is Phoenix who likes Binh and probably wants to get with him too. I’ve lost the point I was trying to make about who’s going to be worse off but my new point stems around me. Why is it that each time Phoenix is free I am always the one to miss out on the ‘Used-By-Date’ pussy.

I was the first to have the chance to break her in but declined. There was the period of time that I missed out on a meager opportunity because I was with someone at the time. There was the infamous night at Simon’s parent’s house where we had a foursome but given the chance afterwards, I didn’t continue. Then there were the dramas of recent where I’ve tried to get with her but in each time, have either come oh so close or have been pushed away because of her so-called life.

My relationship with Phoenix is just one big tease I have put upon myself, where she has always been there but I had never taken more than a nibble of the bait. That same fishy smell protruding from her stinking erogenous zones is keeping me hooked. Am I for the rest of my life going to nibble at her fishy interruptions instead of falling prey to hook, line and sinker.

Will the day finally come when I get the chance to do more than nibble on such unsavory pleasure. If it be, please let it be and do not dangle so much meat that I cannot get hooked upon it. Let me not bloat with desire and make me not glutton to preoccupation, if it be, let it just be…