sucks

yesterday i hung out at Jacques and Amber's eating pizza and watching stuff...a fine way to begin the new year...then i worked today...at least it was holiday pay...and i'm working overtime the next two days...and something odd: today i saw, written on the bathroom wall "Fuck you ga Ayn Rand sucks"...this is while i was taking a crap and reading Ayn Rand at that very moment...even though i'm inclined to agree with the assertion, it's still pretty fucked up...like someone saw me reading the book last week and felt it necessaary to let me in on their own literary insight via crapper...i don't feel paranoid about it, but it's such an obscure, specific thing to write on a bathroom wall that i can't really see anything else making much sense...and not that it bothers me (especially seeing as how no one's convinced me of any validity to that remark better than Ayn Rand herself...) it's hard to be phazed too seriously by any words perpendicular to a small amount of feces smeared on the wall (yeah, i work with some real couth fellas)...it's just odd, that's all...i went by my parents' after work and had some food...saw the dogs...that's all...