Je joue le pingpong

I am listening to an audiobook.
I have plunged the cafeteiere.
It is ten am.
Today will be a good day
I have phoned in sick to watch the cricket
during the lunch break I will listen to Rubber Soul
a different Beatles album every day
I’m thinking of writing a blog.

I have a TV. I watch it and I like it.

People try and overanalyse things
they discuss whether Bob Dylan is a lyricist
or a poet.
He’s Bob Dylan.

I’m waving at helicopters
I’m trying on hats in the mirror
thank-you for lending me your bicycle.

I like croissants.
I would like to hit in the face the dressed for tennis America man.
You never feel more alive than when hiding under a bed.

Whoppee cushions.

Some carrots look EXACTLY like penises.
Je joue le pingpong.
I am eating a lolly with my top off.

Last night there was this drunk guy in my street shouting at three am
He was with a girl who kept telling him to be quiet.
and I don’t know what it is that makes someone rant like that in the rain
at the top of their voice
but something good in life has disappeared
and is lost forever.

I went to a gallery.
I saw a painting and I liked it.
Let's not talk about the air guitar lamp incident.

“I wonder what he means when he says some people overanalyse things?”

If you occasionally say something in French it will make you seem more interesting.

I like Juno. It’s good.