So you know how there's that bumper sticker that says, "Shit happens"? Right, well today I saw a headline on the AOL welcome screen that says, "Jail suicide happens."

...And I can't help thinking how that would make a HORRIBLE bumper sticker.

Today I realized that city life has really turned me very cynical in terms of people on the street; I'm not even refering to homeless people here either. As I was walking to work today a man was holding out something and asked, "Would you like to sign a petition to help save tropical forrests?" I did my standard face scrunch and shoulder shrug, which is the universal gesture symbolizing, "Y'know, I'd really, really like to help you out, but I don't have the time/money/patience/good will to spare right now." Then, after I had walked past him I realized that I actually WOULD like to help save tropical forrests, but it was too late to go back at that point. It's just that so often the people on the street are either begging for change, or handing me flyers promoting Jews for Jesus or (and I honestly have gotten this), how Harry Potter books are sending Satan's messages to children. As if Scholastic Publishing would help with that! Though, being realistic, I doubt that I'm going to change my ways and start chatting it up with every wahoo standing on a street corner with a clipboard, I just wish the people actually worth stopping for had some kind of siren or blinking light sybolizing that. But alas, the world is an imperfect place; screws fall out all the time. Alright, well I'm gonna head out. I promise I'll write more regularly again. Later.