Why?

[maderr]

There's nothing like seeing the cats have pissed all over my favorite pair of flipflops to start the day. I wear flipflops around b/c other than like two pairs of works shoes, I have no good shoes. I'm pretty fucked for winter if I can't scrape money together for new shoes, cause the one winter pair I have won't last much longer. And now the cats have ruined another pair of flipflops.

Now to go to work, while everyone around me enjoys a four day weekend. Why do I even get up anymore? It's really fucking hard to stay happy when even the stupid little shit begins to go wrong.

They're just stupid flipflops, and it shouldn't make me cry, but come on. Isn't enough stuff going wrong that we can leave the stupid shit alone?