Stripped Bare

Sitting on a bus for two and a half hours means you can't do anything but analyse your fellow passengers, and all it takes is one bus journey for someone to realise that other than yourself(obviously) public transport consists of a rich dissection of society's freaks/most annoying people. Today i shared my journey with two overweight Reebok-models who were playing their music louder than my ipod, a woman who insisted on eating her crisps with a serviette and then a wetwipe and a man who changed seats more times in an hour than i've changed underwear in 2 weeks.

I generally don't know why i still use the X1 now i can drive,damn it's quite funny that i don't know why i do a lot of the things i do. I think everyone possess the complete quality to recognise others for their irrationality when we all do things that we can't explain, but just do. Like reading today's horriscope in the evening, or deliberately stepping over the cracks in the pavement one day and forget the next.

One thing i do do everyday is procrastinate, I just wish wish wish i still had the motivation i used to possess where i saw the actual good in getting my work done on time. I mean it sits there in all its unfinished glory and i'd rather drive to buy tic-tacs or play The Sims until the whole generation i created has died and i've drunk enough juice to drown a small animal.

Coldplay you are currently my musical God.