Peter Pan

Boodaddamaanan Booo mamadmama mmmmhmmmmm..

Oh hello, I didn't even see you there, well I still don't, but you are there right? Like I am not imagining that you are there in the silhouette of the night? You are standing there in front of me. You caught me off guard I was making up a new song. Do you like music? Hmm, I live for it; it runs through my veins, I sometimes dance a little to it. I can't really dance very well, but I like to kinda move to the music, flow with the music, walk to the music. Sometimes, not even to the regular beat d'youknow, to off the beat just movement, like water...water I love how it moves and flows, clear water of lake Huron, Georgian Bay, that beautiful turquoise water of the tropics, white beaches and huge forests. I have never been, I have only seen pictures, one day I will own a small house on a tropical island. I know I will feel at home there. I am transitional, moving around a lot, never quite settling down, not ever becoming to close with anyone. Do you know me shadow? I want so much, I have dreams and goals, do you? Do you know where you want to go? Do you have a plan for life? I want things so bad, but I seem stuck sticking my hand out and reaching and pulling myself a little farther up the cliff. Will I be happy if I reach the top? Every once and awhile I find a boost, and I am forever indebted and will never forget them. I am still climbing, still shoving my hands up, grabbing on and pulling. I get tired, d'youknow? I get really tired. I get frustrated. I cry. I need someone. I am fine alone. I don't need anyone. I will continue to work, and push through. Will you be there for me? I am there for you. Am I trying hard enough, am I playing hard enough, will you give me feed back? Who am I, I am Oz. I muse, on the piano. I am treated like shit, I have to prove myself, and then what do they have to say about themselves? What do they have to say about themselves, the cold hard jades? Will I turn out to be one, I don't think so, I hope not. I have loves. I have desires.

I am normal.

Toronto, The City that Never Sleeps...

Really? I think that is New York’s slogan not Toronto’s. Stop trying to be New York Toronto! (Well that is a nother post for another day.) Now I could be wrong, but I am up at night a lot. I will let you in on a little secret.
Toronto SLEEPS! I don’t, well not the usual hours, I was all excited when I heard that it never slept either. Well ladies and gentleman go to sleep, because it seems like the rest of the city has around 3:00am. So what is a guy to do at 5:00 am? Well sleep it seems.
I decided today that I would get up nice and early and go do some shopping for socks, and then wander around Toronto while it wasn’t sleeping. Well WAKE UP Toronto because Oz is waiting for you to get started. I woke up at 8:30, thinking things would be in full movement at 9:00. Nope, once again Toronto fooled me. What a little trickster Toronto is. I got to the Eaton Center at 9:15 or so, it was still asleep, apparently it and everything around it opens at 10:00.
10:00!!?!?!?! Hmm, okay so from now on I know that I need to go to bed at 2:30-3:00 and wake up at 9:30, and then Toronto will be awake. Me thinks Toronto sleeps to much, what a lazy head.

You sure?

1- Want an altoid?
2- No thanks
1-...You sure, I got lots...
2- No I am good thanks.
1-...Hmm, okay


1- Mhmm, altoids are really good, have you ever had one?
2- Yes
1- Want one?
2- No I already said.
1- Oh, okay... well they are really good, maybe you should try one.
2- I have, I like them... I just don't want one right now thanks...
1- Right, right yeah no probs...Are you sure though? Like I got two
2- Dude no, I don't want a fucking altoid!


1-Oh, well you kinda need one.

You know... that one...

Du da dua du dua da da ba da damanama do do mananma baaaa!

No you don't know that one? Damn I heard it on the radio the other day and I missed the band.

Come on you sure? Bu da dmanan bam dam ma... No..Oh well...

I love that song though, always forget who it's by though... Damn, well thanks for your help.

Hmmbmmfmmmsaa......

I...

pee in the shower, only sometimes. Why get out and get the bathroom all wet, then you get the toilette all wet and people think you urinated on the seat and on top of all that you get cold. Or even worse you dry yourself off, pee then get back into the shower and then have to use a wet towel to dry yourself off the final time. I hate wet towels, or smelly ones. I also can't stand using other people’s towels, it is so gross. Like your mom or dad has dried himself or herself off with that EWWW. Anyway, tell me your secrets and pet peeves!

The Elevator Conversation

1- How was your run?
2- It was all right...
1- Where did you go?
2- Where ever the red lights took me.
1- Hahah, yeah seems like that's how you have to run here.
2- Yeah, I really want to make it down to the water sometime, it is really pretty and peaceful there.
1- Hmm, yeah I was running up church street the other day, it was really gay.

I am wearing sunglasses, so these girls can't see how I am staring at them dumbfounded... I am thinking to myself. Your run up church street was gay? It was gay? I start to processes the irony and idiocy in that comment. If you don't know Church St. in Toronto is the gay village, so the mere fact of this girl calling her run through there is pretty ironic. Now I start to think, she wasn't joking about what she said. It was not where she was running that was so gay it was the run itself, she is complaining about the run because she hit read lights and there was a lot of traffic on the streets. This got me to thinking, can a run be gay? I love to run, so does that make my runs straight or gay? So I looked the word gay up on dictionary.com, this is what I found;
gay Audio pronunciation of "gay" ( P ) Pronunciation Key (g)
adj. gay·er, gay·est

1. Of, relating to, or having a sexual orientation to persons of the same sex.
2. Showing or characterized by cheerfulness and light-hearted excitement; merry.
3. Bright or lively, especially in colour: a gay, sunny room.
4. Given to social pleasures.
5. Dissolute; licentious.
n.
1. A person whose sexual orientation is to persons of the same sex.
2. A man whose sexual orientation is to men: an alliance of gays and lesbians

Oh, okay so she meant to say her run was full of light-hearted excitement or it was bright and lovely. No, no her run was not happy I reminded myself. She was complaining about the amount of people on the streets and the traffic lights not being in her favour. Okay so I read more about gay and found there are 3 cities named gay;

Gay, GA (town, FIPS 32384)
Location: 33.09367 N, 84.57400 W
Population (1990): 133 (64 housing units)
Area: 2.0 sq km (land), 0.0 sq km (water)
Gay, MI
Zip code(s): 49945
Gay, WV
Zip code(s): 25244

I got it, she was referring to the towns, like Church St. was so gay, or Church St. is so much like Gay the city. That is always a possibility. However something inside me says it is not.
Therefore she is using the word gay as slang, but she did say the run was so gay, meaning it is not gay anymore. So when did this run turn homosexual, and when did it turn straight again? I would really like to know how that works. I have concluded as it was this girls run that turned gay, it was her fault for making it gay, so blame it on her. Also she must have convinced this run later that is wasn't gay anymore, because it is straight now. This girl seems to be really screwing up her run, making it change it's mind all the time. I don't think this girl should be able to have any more runs, she should have to leave them alone and stop confusing them.

OR

I have a better idea my friend from the elevator, your run was never gay and never will be unless it was a really happy and bright run for you. If it was not that, and you were using the word gay in the derogatory sense, then you should stop, find a better word next time. Like my run sucked, or my run was horrible. I don't go around saying, God that class was really straight.

The Hold

Now you know when you really have take a poop, but you hold it. You hold for a really long time then you finally go to the bathroom, you sit down and have a power-shit! It just all comes flying out, and it feels great. You stand up, start to wipe, hopefully front to back that helps keep the dingle berry population of the world in check. Wait, you need to poop again... but you already had your power-shit and feel great, so you continue to wipe. It finally becomes apparent that you need to poop more.You courtesy flush and sit down to start again. Now this time, you really got to work it, you start questioning whether or not you even need to poop more. Finally the light breaks and you feel it starting to come out. BANG, there it goes, you start breathing again, your face stops flushing, and you stand up to look down at what all your efforts created. A dollop, that's all you get, a little dab-ill do you type thing, you feel stupid for even trying. So you start wiping again, cursing that little piece of poop in the toilette, yet you start to think, I feel a lot better, really relieved. The more you think about it and wipe you feel great and very satisfied, right as you are flushing you thank that little piece of poop for making you feel so good... That normally puts me in a good mood