Driver, Kisses and Jana’s Flirty Chair (Part 1)

Playstation Steals My Night

It’s a good thing that I don’t own the Playstation I’ve been playing tonight otherwise, life as I know it would dissipate. Chronology has been pushed back for two hours I cannot regain, all though to my temporary obsession with the game ‘Driver’ and in particular, my bid to clock the ‘Survival’ game. Ever since I’ve had ‘Driver’ I’ve been taping replays onto my video and all that jargon to gain the most out of my experience.

When 8:00 p.m. arrived and my promising myself that I would only stay on the Playstation for half an hour, insanity overwhelmed me and until 9:15 p.m. I did play. Just having had a shower, a shave and brushing my teeth, I sit here, hopeful that I can at least conclude one day’s worth of chronology with a view to another. Shedding no intermission upon today’s prosper apart from my being back into a normal rhythm now, I think it’s due course to begin upon Wednesday’s chronology.

The pages and comments spread so wide over a month that it will be like finding a large peg in a haystack. Therefore, to my recollection, I believe that I’ve explained the beginning of Wednesday up until my arrival at work. It’s a good thing that I do keep notes of my eventfulness and with that note, on we march to the tune of depiction.

Legs And Kissing Theories

To begin, the best encounter of the morning was when I walked over to the printer. Jana being there, she raised her eyebrows at me and then as Kelsey walked past, I caught her eyes staring at her legs. Finding Jana being lost in her own world, gazing at Kelsey’s legs, I figured she was probably thinking “I wonder who Kelsey gets her legs looking so good”, it’s stockings baby.

Digressing now to thoughts with a minority relation to Jana and moreso of my thoughts, philosophically speaking, I feel that a kiss isn’t a kiss unless you use some tongue. Forget the Hollywood kiss, in my opinion, if there was no French Kiss there would be no kissing. Nevertheless, there are times for each type of kiss. Tongues are used when most a person is horny or in the comforts of solidarity. Kissing just on the lips is best for public use, when you’re at an outing and you don’t want to put-off anyone around.

However, I do feel that there comes a time and for the right type of person, when true love shines in the act of kissing appropriately. When in the case where I was going out with Lyssa, if I ever thought in my head “I love you so much” while she wasn’t doing anything special I’d be tempted to favor a touch of lips and bodily embrace apart from the invasion of a tongue. That brings another point to light, how I don’t know but we’ll just digress slightly now.

Relentless In The Chase

When walking around for my lunch on Wednesday I came up with an ideology that bests suits me agenda. I’m relentless in the pursuit of women but retiring with the chase completion. By this, I mean that I’m continually checking out any half decent woman that walks past me but when it actually comes to crossing that line and talking with them, I’m usually demure. Having tried a test upon my strong woman-lusting incense, I found that I’m the only one at work, on the train or mostly anywhere that checks women out frequently.

At work people have their desires but unlike me, when their lustful incarnation walks past they keep working. I look at women at the drop of a hat and that my friends is a phobia I care not to rectify. I believe ages ago I created a name for my mental-instability to which the name escapes me now but to know I’ve pinpointed my problem is a bonus. Ask me to tone it down and I shall push thee away, sign my heart and I shall assuredly gaze.

Famous By My Memoirs

Just before I revert back to normal depiction now, one more deviation. There was a portion of my conversation with Jana that stuck in my mind enough to capture some thought upon these pages. I remember in my second appraisal whilst we were talking about my memoirs, her asking me “How are you going to get famous so people can get interested in your memoirs”. Hard struck for an answer that shed the true properties of my opinion, I now have the such a terse answer to yield.

Most people get famous and then write their memoirs. I’m going to get famous by my memoirs alone. I don’t need to get famous, in my mind, I already am and for my recognition, I submit these memoirs. My life has been one huge bubble of recognition and variance in opinion and for everyone to know my life story, all I have to do is get these pages published and printed out.

So there you have it, my backwards philosophy on my already being rich and famous for the life that I live. Although the rewards aren’t as prosperous as wealth, the only possession in life that keeps me going is the fact that I still have these memoirs, my life and that faithful charm of mine, that conducts fate as life rolls on…

Jana Gets Flirty

Switching back to an elapsed subject, let me regurgitate what did effuse upon these pages formerly. Early in the morning, a touch after my visiting the printer, Jana headed over to our section to put away some filing. To some degree, I felt like Jana was being flirtatious as she stepped onto a stool to reach the top row of filing and then let out a little baby cry, hard to explain. Whatever the case, it was directed towards me and I figured she was trying to be cute as I’d never seen her before.

Also in the day, when Najla was sent out to deliver some filing Jana came over to my section with only me being there. I believe that her purpose was to engage in conversation with me as well as shedding some more of her girly ways upon me. Popping herself down on a seat right next to me, she slumped back and started to release the pressure of the chair so that it would fall.

By this time I had cockily started conversation with her as she told me she wanted to take the chair she was sitting on because it didn’t have arms rests. Figuring that this was all a ploy to spend some time aside me, we sat and talked for a couple of minutes to which Jana left saying, I might come back later and check out the chair again. This to me was her excuse of spending some more time in my section chatting with me to which I don’t mind at all.

In no direct way apart from mentally and a spot of physical likeness, Jana’s babyish moans and flirtatious pranks remind me of Lyssa’s personality. For one, externally Jana looks nothing like Lyssa but slightly in the face contour and more in the alignment of freckles on her face as she lets out a fallacious grin, there is slight similarity. Moreso Jana’s playful tendencies that are more obvious than not remind me of the little love follies Lyssa and I used to encounter.

In Jana, I remembered how Lyssa and I rode the bus like a roller-coaster as well as her cutely talking in her sleep and I could see the resemblance of personality between both individuals. Maybe its this new goatee I’m fashioning that making them a touch more interested than usual. Jana seems to appreciate my goatee and I don’t need words to exemplify Delphi’s shine upon me lately as you will later notice. To me, it seems that ever since I headed out to Fitzroy’s party and Delphi was there, she’s been ever slowly trying to work her way into a relationship.

Lyssa Keeps Calling

Back when I first started we would hardly say more than a word upon passing but now we have conversations with each other and treat each other as friends. In addition, I even feel that Lyssa is recognizing my charisma starting to peep out of the seams. This or her desire to release sexual frustration is the reason that Lyssa is calling me frequently these days, you be the judge. Rather, Lyssa now sees I have a life, a good life and as she’s also noticed my body getting better, she’s starting again to feel like she wants a piece of me again.

Well, Lyssa didn’t get her piece on Saturday night or Sunday morning. This I blame on our sexual encounters ending up to be like a chore after we broke up and you know once you stop having fun in sex, you should stop completely. Even now I know that it will seem like a responsibility to please rather than an adventure that I can ride and along with many other reasons, I strayed away from sex…

Joselyn And The Filing

Speaking of infatuation, in regards to Joselyn shouting out that she loved me, I thought on Wednesday that if I would see her I’d make her feel comfortable in the thought that I appreciated what she said rather than think “Yeah right” like an inconsiderate pig. Entering Margot’s room as I was trying to locate some files for her, there the two of them were sitting, chatting away about some topic. Between my question I raised conversation with Joselyn so she wouldn’t feel discouraged about her loud urge the day before.

Speaking now on the thorough topic of filing, I was stuck between listening to Thalia’s opinion to leave Joselyn’s filing alone so Najla could get off her ass or making our workplace seem efficient. The thought that Joselyn was starting to really get pissed off as Thalia had me dip through Joselyn’s files as I was putting away all of Margot’s and David’s files. I resorted to just putting away Joselyn’s files without checking for files, figuring Najla had more than an opportunity to do filing for the day.

Najla Puts Her Feet Up

God Najla can be so lazy at times. If she doesn’t have a brief at hand then her day will be spent putting up her feet and doing stupid things apart from actual work. On Wednesday I thought Najla had reached the peak of her shiftless attitude when she uttered some more words about the proposed third person for administration. Najla was only going to try and pass on her slothful leftovers to the next person, glad that she won’t have to compete with so much filing.

Najla really cringes when it comes to putting away files and she’s like an ox when it comes to the suggestion so with much detestation for her incapability, I complacently put away her files. There will come a stage where Najla will either get in shit for being tardy or she’ll just end up leaving because of the piling word, maybe even both together. That day so far has not arrived yet and we are going through high and low stages but dominantly, her traits of pissing everyone off aren’t looking too great for her.