A note on the abject pettiness of my life.

I actively try to notice the inane, and, in my own special way, fail miserably at it.

Bathroom graffiti is an excellent example of this.

Every day, I attempt to select a different stall in the washroom, so that I can read and contribute to the dialogue on the door.

Every day, I walk in, thinking "oh, good, this is a new stall, and won't contain the same bunk commentary on the differences between country and city people."

Every day, I am proven wrong, and re-read the same graffiti.

"Why do you hate on city people, yo?"

On a related note, I posted this largely because I enjoy using the word "abject." Also, I'm wearing all green. This was not intentional, but contemptibly a source of entertainment, employing much of my internal dialogue all afternoon. Sigh.