New Shirts, a Raise and Plans for Chevy’s (Part 1)

A Strange Week

This week has been wickedly deceiving, as if by the thought of work, I walk around like a drone. It doesn’t make sense how I’ve been having better sleep yet my mind isn’t on the job and I’m mostly inactive, daydreaming on the job. There is no despair but as with my blood glucose being low, I work and react light-headedly.

Today I didn’t even think to write any notes down at work which has become traditional in building the fundamentals. Feeling like a depression has cast a shadow over me this past week, I have been lowly and meek, even in the happier moments of my day. For example, this morning showed nothing but slight surprise when there was an extra $42 than normal in my bank account.

The night before, as I headed to sleep around 11:15 p.m., I checked the phone banking account in eagerness but to no avail. This morning, after the initial shock it was back to getting ready. There was no celebration to the fact that I had possibly been given a raise of $21 a week, just a quick rearrangement of my budget and off I was to work. The point of the matter is that I’ve been glumly received these past few days, shedding my remnants to an unknown storm.

Speaking on terms of my extra flow of money, if I did in fact get a raise after only two months and a half of working there, then I am obviously elated. This extra money per fortnight will benefit me dearly in buying additional clothes or saving that little bit more and this fortnight, it’s allowing me to begin the upon those vestige days upon the racer.

Shouting myself to some Fried Rice tonight as a reward, the rest of the money will go to buying two new tubes and as I also handed in my cheque for my tax return, when next Thursday arrives I’ll be investing all the more money into fixing my bike. Soon enough I’ll be riding to Liverpool again and getting this body to a fitly shape. These muscles are slacking off and I am starting to slide so the quicker I get to the Gym, the better.

Window Shopping on Pitt Street

Let me now explain my night after I completed work so that I can come to date with my weekend’s planning. Heading out of work today at 5:00 p.m. after a laden and hectic day, I said goodbye to Najla out the front who was heading to her night course. Having taken only $230 out of the bank and leaving $400 in there for my contact lenses so that I wouldn’t be weighing down my pocket, I headed towards Pitt Street in the bid to go window shopping.

Stopping for no car and without a sound (Apart from the whimpers when seeing hot girls walking past) I headed to the main shopping street, stopping first at Hound Dog to check out their supposed new range. Instantly upon walking to Hound Dog I spotted two great looking shirts on display outside and knew I just had to walk inside. Glancing around, I couldn’t see anything too remarkably new and as a girl walked up to me and asked me how I was doing, I had her help me out with finding my items.

Firstly, the item I loved most was a black button up shirt with a red and gray stripe going across the Chest area which to say the least, looked club-hot. Taking this shirt along with a completely bright red shirt, I headed into the changing rooms and peeled off the stinky and sweating clothes from work. Red definitely wasn’t my color as I tried on the long sleeved shirt first and then placing on the button up shirt as previewed in the window it looked decent but the red had to go.

Standing alone, the button up shirt looked great, something I wouldn’t mind buying in the near future for clubbing clothes. Heading out, the sales chick asked if I was thinking of buying it but spinning my usual story about looking around, I done just that and then left for the next shop. Stripes to separate colors in shirts and pants are really becoming the fashion these days along with brighter colors that stand out.

Gas Station and the Greek Girl

Seeing a pale white shirt which had a thin line blue line running across the Chest, I knew this would look excellent on me and also jotted that down in my memory before heading up the street towards Gas Station.

Surprisingly, as I walked the rest of the shopping arcade’s length I noticed Tim Bailey doing his piece for news again. This time around he was standing with an entourage of beautiful women who were selling daffodils or some type of flower. Walking past their stall and the small Tim Bailey, I spotted a decent looking European girl who cracked a small smile as I looked at her.

She probably thought in her mind that I was thinking “How interesting” in sarcasm and as I’ve seen it all before, I cracked a smile alongside of her. Making my journey to Gas Station, I was greeted by two girls upon walking through the door but the one who grabbed my attention most was the Greek girl who today was wearing a leopard skin jacket, short black skirt and a sheer top which was very visible to the sports type bra she was wearing underneath.

Definitely alluring, you could see the reason why I had to seek her company. Anyway, the whole reason I headed down there was to try on that black and white separation shirt. Hoping that I could also try on the tracksuit pants and a working out shirt, I was told that their smallest size was way too big for me to which I should wait two weeks for the new season’s stock.

Regardless, taking off my sweat-pilfered clothes from a day of stressing, I waxed myself with some Lynx before trying on the clothes and as was done, I headed outside to the persistency of the Greek chick who wanted to see what I looked like. Granting me a favorable glance at her appealing body, I closed the door again to change back to my normal clothes, hearing her chatting with one of the guys working there.

Train Home Alone

When all was done and within half an hour, I said my good-bye’s and headed to St. James Station. Plunking myself down upon the seat, I was anxious to get home, tired of the enduring train trip home. Within the last minutes I was undecided on whether to head upstairs and feed my hungry appetite with some chips or just let it churn and grind all the way home.

Deciding with the latter, I jumped on the train and being unable to find a good seat upstairs near a decent girl or in the view of one I headed downstairs expecting the same. With my search doomed, I sat next to some English looking chap who slept for most of the trip home but my favored seat had me across the isle from a decent blonde and a Lebanese girl who was young and had great breasts.

Granted for the first fifteen minutes of my trip was a hardy notation into the pages of my notebook which have almost come to its last few pages. When my two and a half pages of notes was complete I sat there with nothing to do but wait in anticipation and glance at the two decent girls sitting around me. However, as the Lebanese girl jumped off at Kingsgrove, most of my credulous pleasures had left with her.

Being the only seat that was facing the opposite way to everyone, I had a good view of her body and as she jumped up, she was sporting white pedal pushers just past her knees, a little open jacket probably from just jeans and a light green shirt from the same place. For the rest of the trip home I just had to bear with patience and when finally we reached Campbelltown I with life in my legs headed to the bus stop.

Takeaway at Bradbury

Even these minutes waiting for the bus to leave were trying times, yearning to get some food inside of me and deciding that the Chinese Takeaway place at Bradbury Shops would be the go…

Alighting at the Bradbury Shops stopover, I made my brisk walk and was dazzled by the Asian girl who served me. She wasn’t all that but her breasts were magnificently resting behind her white singlet type shirt. Beneath that singlet was a sports bra which with the cups at the front looked more like a beach bikini. Pushing her breasts up nice and firmly, I glanced at them from the corner of my eye upon ordering and frequently upon sitting down.

She was my focal point and my sanity for most of my short wait there, thinking of what Keith once said eons ago about Noah. “Noah just goes for it, he chats to girls and then he just asks them for their number to which they usually give it to him because he’s sincere” Keith once uttered about his idol.

Planning Friday Night

Bringing the Sweet and Sour Chicken with Boiled Rice home, I couldn’t wait to dig in and feed my gluttony but a hunger of a different type was brooding. Knowing that Friday is just going to be a huge night at Chevy’s and also knowing that we have to buy tickets for the event, I booted up my computer and called Tyler from my little phone list. “Hey, what are you doing” I uttered cockily to which like a parakeet he answered me identically. Repeating this question in different tones as if in a tennis game, I finally brought out my plans and planning for Friday night.

Tyler told me of his eagerness to head out and advising me that Nero and Ace also wanted to head out, he concluded my thought of including the both of them in what should be an incredible night. “Ill give you a call back with all the news” I uttered as Tyler was at work and with those words I hung up the phone and tried calling Ace. However, as Ace has now moved to live with his girlfriend’s parents so he can save for a house, I thought to give Nero a call next.

Unsure as to whether he would remember my voice, I was surprised after a couple of sparkling words that he remembered me calling out my name as if he was the commentator on a soccer game just seeing a goal. Shedding some small talk and finding out that Ace was at Nero’s house, I brought them down to the juice to which I was pleased with the response. “Actually” Nero said, “I was going to call you tonight to see if you wanted to go” as we both became the soccer commentators yelling out “Aye” like Fonzie.

Chatting away for the next couple of minutes he advised me how he hadn’t been out in the last couple of weeks, much the same as me. “Yeah, I’ve bought a car” he exclaimed as I asked “How much of a loan did you take out”. “Oh it’s only little” he answered and asking the price he added “It was only eight thousand dollars”. Nero ended up buying a Suzuki which is wonderful considering we’ve now got a possible sick cunt who would drive to the City on weekends.

Ace Offers Cheap Clothes

Placing Ace on the phone a short time later, he started by noting how Chevy’s was going to be pumping, building up that role to tomorrow night. Speaking in obvious sarcasm but to make me feel exceptional as he tends to do he remarked “All the girls at Chevy’s have been walking up to me and asking “Where’s Tony, when’s he coming down” and I keep saying to them ‘Just hold back, give him some time’”.

With the compliments out of the way Ace, with the whiff of my buying new clothes explained “So I hear you’ve been buying a deal of clothes lately, you know I’m the man to come to when it comes to expensive clothes coming cheap”. Sounding eager, Ace told me how he gets someone to steal the clothes to which he gets them at his house each weekend and if I headed to his house and made a selection, I would get them for rock bottom prices. I guess Ace has to pay for his house somehow, might as well give the sick cunt some benefits as well as achieve some.

From such a prosperous conversation I eroded into the night I have created for myself now. Chatting with the both of them for equal time, at the end of our conversation Ace noted that he wouldn’t be heading to Chevy’s tomorrow. “I’ll head for the Catholic Club for a little while but I’m not going to Chevy’s. Sure enough, I figure that Ace is too pinned down with paying for his house and trying to live a married life. In parting we mentioned Keith and if I still talked with him.

Nobody Speaks to Keith

“Nah, no one speaks to Keith that much anymore” I remarked, unsure whether Ace was siding with Keith’s leaping back to Tamsen. Unsure as to whether he even knew the story, it surprised me when he held the same loathing tendencies as myself and many others. “He’s too scared to hang out with his friends because he fears Tamsen will run away again” Ace remarked with virile truth. Keith’s life has changed from what used to be bearable with him heading out with us to a struggle to fit in nowadays.

Keith had to push his way into where he wasn’t invited when he headed to my house last weekend and I’m sure his insecurities are making all the decisions when he invites people to the Catholic Club and then decides to abandon them five minutes later. Either he can’t look us in the eye or he thinks that Tamsen is getting irritated easily to which he diverts to plan B and runs away.