Anonyme sucks as bad as google

So, I've had a massively shit day today. I figured hey, I don't want to deal with any of my shit today, so maybe I'll go see what problems other people are having.

So, I pop on one of my favorite blogs (that isn't written by me), read up an interesting post on the nature of friendship, and then proceeded to type a very long, take-my-mind-off-it comment that I think actually had some relevant, decent insight, or was at least a little interesting.

When I went to post it, I was brought to a registration page asking I sign in to the "anonymous" blog site to leave my comment. I hit back, to find that my comment was now gone, and couldn't even be posted here.

*sigh*

So now, I'm really fucking frustrated with the day.

Sometimes, I wonder if I will always feel like this about life. I think there's pills I could get to make things happier, but I've finally got a group of friends who actually seem to kind of like the full range of "Steve" that they get, and I don't really feel like screwing that up.

Plus, I've found I can't smoke pot when I'm on pills, and while I may feel this sort of sedated peace in my chest, I just can't slow my brain down or make it lighter.

So I don't know. Maybe I just need to be happier with life, or toughen up, or simply make better life choices. Or maybe I am always right and the world's just really shitty and pointless to anyone with half a brain. Tough to say.

Wow. That matches the word count of my comment. Maybe I should have retyped that instead of bitching, who knows?



Anyway. ANYWAY.

Sometimes having cats is really, really fucking frustrating.

I think I have loving, awesome cats most of the time, but sometimes, I think they are vile, odorous little bastards.

For example, sometimes, my cool, loving kitties come cheer me up when I feel sick by doing cute things, coming for belly rubs, and just being awesome and mellow and cuddly.

Other times, like today, they only come within five feet of me to puke, shit, or wake me up after finally falling asleep after two days of to-the-wall insomnia. It's been a rough day, guys! I know it's hard being a cat - picking which couch to scratch up, puke on, then nap for 18 hours straight on is probably really HARD SERIOUS SHIT, but cut me a break.

I can't wait till the summer. I think I'll build a kitty plow and use them to till my massive backyard into a garden. Then they can contribute, and also have plants to eat that didn't cost me $100 and are supposed to be for my girlfriend to look at, not eat.