Why am I sad?
Rolled my ankle pretty bad on the way to play Basketball with my homies, so I couldn't play. Then on the way home I find out some dickhead thought it'd be funny to spray paint "Fuck" on my fucking car window, cause you know, vandalizing someones car is a cool thing to do.
Why am I happy?
I prob won't be able to walk on my ankle for a day or two and I will have to spend my morning getting this shit off my car window. Oh maybe this belongs under the sad column.