My journal entries used to be a lot more organised
I bought a second hand bike from a Jamaican dude, who was from the classifieds. I was pretty happy about this situation because Jamaicans are really cool people; I felt there was a spark of something special between us. We were cool, we were a little team. He had a bike that he just so happened needed to not have, I needed the self same item, it was a beautiful partnership. We would have done anything for each other. It was £70 ($175). Anyway unfortunately the bike has turned out to be a complete disaster. I was riding it last week and the pedal fell off. Reflecting on my situation, I realised I should have smelt a fish sooner. You know how bikes have names written on them e.g. RAPTORIZE. This bike is called 'Optimist'. But it was so shiny!
So anyway now I have been catching buses. I rode on a bus with these two kids who had their mobile phone out, playing a little loop. Then they were both freestyling over the top of it, on a bus. They alternated the rapping, possessing complementary stylzzzz. Hell yes. Please refer to my earlier comments about how I am accepted by rap people. And today I rode on a long distance bus and this young lady said, "can I sit here?". So I said yes and pretended to focus very hard on a book about philosophy that I fortunately had. I could not look at her. I kind of looked at her legs; not bad. She was wearing shoes with heels that came out not from under the heel but from sort of halfway along, the shoes resembled the lowercase greek letter lambda λ. I also managed to see she had bangles on her wrist, but also kind of hairy arms. So some good things, some bad things. It was impossible to infer from this incomplete data set if she was actually sexy or not. So with limited information, decision making was very difficult; I thought a lot about maybe striking up a conversation. In the end she got up off the bus before I had actually decided. But as she was walking off it was revealed to me that she wasn't really that sexy after all. So I had made the right decision after all! Good work Oz.
Breasts.
They surround me.
They haunt me.
They are mysterious to me.
What do they look like.
Undercover agent Oz reports back.
Over to Oz.
"Um... sorry... I couldn't really think of what to write for my report. I was mainly just thinking about them. I like breasts. I like the other bits too."
Dear Heterosexual Women,
We still love you. Please don't hate all of us just because sometimes some of us (Oz) can be a little bit sexist. We just get so confused and very angry when you are not around. In particular, please keep having sex with us.
Love, Heterosexual Men
Ps. In particular Oz please particularly have sex with him
So anyway now I have been catching buses. I rode on a bus with these two kids who had their mobile phone out, playing a little loop. Then they were both freestyling over the top of it, on a bus. They alternated the rapping, possessing complementary stylzzzz. Hell yes. Please refer to my earlier comments about how I am accepted by rap people. And today I rode on a long distance bus and this young lady said, "can I sit here?". So I said yes and pretended to focus very hard on a book about philosophy that I fortunately had. I could not look at her. I kind of looked at her legs; not bad. She was wearing shoes with heels that came out not from under the heel but from sort of halfway along, the shoes resembled the lowercase greek letter lambda λ. I also managed to see she had bangles on her wrist, but also kind of hairy arms. So some good things, some bad things. It was impossible to infer from this incomplete data set if she was actually sexy or not. So with limited information, decision making was very difficult; I thought a lot about maybe striking up a conversation. In the end she got up off the bus before I had actually decided. But as she was walking off it was revealed to me that she wasn't really that sexy after all. So I had made the right decision after all! Good work Oz.
Breasts.
They surround me.
They haunt me.
They are mysterious to me.
What do they look like.
Undercover agent Oz reports back.
Over to Oz.
"Um... sorry... I couldn't really think of what to write for my report. I was mainly just thinking about them. I like breasts. I like the other bits too."
Dear Heterosexual Women,
We still love you. Please don't hate all of us just because sometimes some of us (Oz) can be a little bit sexist. We just get so confused and very angry when you are not around. In particular, please keep having sex with us.
Love, Heterosexual Men
Ps. In particular Oz please particularly have sex with him