
I was running late for work this morning... because I wanted to finish some chores early in the morning.
f*ck ME, there was a tiny hole in the garbage bag and a trail of soiled cat litter started in the kitchen and ended at the front door (well, it continued outside, too).
So, I missed my train (took next one) because I had to sweep up shite from the floor before family woke up.
I f*ckING HATE IT WHEN LITTER SPILLS OUT OF THE GARBAGE BAG.
Thanks, Trump.