Not Invited To Penelope’s Birthday Party – Mad Chaos: September 24, 1997

The Day In Summary

Today was just one of them days.  Wake up, walk to work, not much work, get bored somewhat, don’t have a good lunch due to repairman, walk to the bus stop in the rain, delete some useful files on a word processor in the Library, and then come home to have a go-nowhere conversation with Lyssa.  On top of that it’s been a long time since I’ve called Jewell and I don’t want to neglect her presence.  

Planning A Gift For 100 Day Anniversary

As I noted, at Campbelltown Library I completed three songs, where one of them was for Lyssa and I.  For our first month she got a poem and photo.  For our second month she received a poem and 18 flowers.  For our third month she received me in a hotel room.  Now without even knowing, I’m going to do something for being together one hundred days, without argument, still happy with no hassles and still getting stronger.  

Jewell and I only lasted half the time.  

When it reaches the 29th of this month Lyssa and I will be one hundred days.  She won’t be receiving a poem or roses.  She will receive lyrics for a song from me called “I’m Your Man” and she’ll love it.

I’m Your Man

I’m your man, and I know you understand,

When I don’t feel like talking doesn’t mean I’m mad,

I just want to close my eyes and listen to the music in my mind,

And when I open up my eyes again, I know that you will still be there,

When I look into your eyes, don’t get taken back,

I sometimes get a sudden urge,

Don’t tell me to look away or save it for another day,

You should just respect the fact that I adore you being here,

It’s been some time now, since we first met,

And we haven’t even started yet,

And I don’t know when we will come to age,

But I know were growing older every single day… and that,

I’m your man, and I know you understand,

When I don’t feel like talking doesn’t mean I’m mad,

I just want to close my eyes and listen to the music in my mind,

And when I open up my eyes again, I know that you will still be there,

You have received Roses and gifts from the heart,

And you’ve received these special gifts from me for every single month,

Babe count the days it doesn’t make a difference to me,

If I’ve been with you for one hundred days or one…

Babe I don’t mind, if you will always take your time,

Babe I don’t mind, if you will be the changes in my life,

I just want to be with you, I want to believe in you,

After all that we’ve been through…

You can call me your man, and I know you understand,

When I don’t feel like talking doesn’t mean I’m mad,

I just want to close my eyes and listen to the music in my mind,

And when I open up my eyes again, I know that you will still be there

While Ali was here we talked as usual about guy talk, how he gave Penelope numerous hickeys on her stomach and how we both make our women feel.  

When Ali left I called Lyssa.  We talked for around half an hour.  Lyssa told me how she’d seen ‘Blackrock’ or some movie on the terms of that where a girl got raped by her friends in a true story.  

The movie must have been inspiring to her because the conversation was going nowhere and she just started to cry.  It’s the first time I’ve heard her cry.

Numerous factors could have helped her to cry like her period coming up soon, stress knowing she will give up smoking soon and that I want her to stop, and probably trouble at home.  The conversation was ended nicely.

Not Invited to Penelope’s Birthday Party

I’ve found out that on Friday she is going to Penelope’s birthday dinner.  I feel it is rude that I didn’t even get invited, apart from everyone else including Ali who was invited.  Not even a mention of an invitation.

Planning The Weekend

Saturday night I might be going out with the boys to the City but it’s not written in stone yet.  

Lyssa and I will be seeing a doctor on Saturday so I can get a blood test because she asked me to check myself up.  The rest of that day I’ll be shopping around to finish off Lyssa’s new poem.  

Right now it’s sleep time.