Really. If anyone's reading this AT ALL then it's highly likely that by now you've realized that I almost never have a point. Everything that comes out of my brain is disjointed with minimal, abstract connection. I think I master tangents. I'm already on one.

Anyway. I don't even remember... Oh! I hate my life, and the sheer amount of failure I am made of. I have like... no self-worth. All that. But that's not the point either. And I was talking to someone who said she felt like that, but thankfully she had a kid to keep her going. So she was paying attention to keeping herself safe so that she could keep the kid safe. Which... you know... kinda sucks of course... but it's one hell of a motivator.

Seeing as how I'm against procreation, and the fact that babies cost 80 bajillion dollars.... I'm going to adopt a kitten. And I will love it. And it will be cute. And granted it's not as good as honest to god drive and self-esteem... It'll do. And I like cats. I love kitties. They're cute and fuzzy and operate based on reciprocity as opposed to "GIMMELOVEGIMMELOVEGIMMELOVE!!!!" Like a puppy. Puppies are cute. Don't want one right now. Too needy. I need average-needy. Like a kitten. 'Cause I'm a cat person now. If you've been reading this then you'd know that I'm a cat person now. I used to like dogs. And then there was too much barking. And yipping. And neediness. I want affection sometimes. Like "Oh, hey, you're home. Good to see you. I'm gonna get back to my business now." Not "OH HOLY SHIT I THOUGHT YOU WERE NEVER GONNA COME BACK OH MY GOD I'M SO FUCKING HAPPY TO SEE YOU!!!!!!!!!!"

Anyway. Again. My friend's cat just had kittens. They're a little older than two weeks, so I'm helping her and mama kitty take care of them until they can find homes. There were four but one of them was paralyzed in the back half so mama tried to mercy-kill him and failed it. Instead she ripped out his spine and left him on the kitchen floor. He died. But we're talking about the live 'uns.

So three. One of them is a girl. And she's really, really cute. She's got stripes/patches. I don't know what the color pattern is actually called, but she looks like a tiger calico was spattered with bleach. She's super cute. There are two boys and the first one is also adorable. He's super manly. He doesn't cry unless he's really, really freaking out. Beth and I can pick him up and just talk to him, and he doesn't freak out if he's not right against your chest... He just looks at you. Like "I don't really know too much about what I'm seeing right now, mostly just odd shapes... but I could probably still take you. I'm not worried. Kinda hungry. Not worried." He's a dark grey with some tiger striping. He's gorgeous.

And the last one. Also a boy. He's... ridiculous. He's obviously a Karen. He's getting bigger than his brother and sister, but not because he's actually bigger. Because he's fluffing up like a ball of poof. He looks like his sister, with mostly tiger striping. But he's got like four different colors. He's really pretty too. And... this is what amuses me the most. He's got like... social anxiety. When he was a little younger if you tried to pick him up he would have panic attacks. He'd be fine, breathing normal. Basic kitten. And you'd go to pick him up and he'd start wheezing and flipping out. He's getting a bit used to me. When I pick him up now he meows a little like "OH GOD, WHERE DID THE GROUND GO?!!?!" And if I set him in my lap or on my chest he'll stop and just look around nervously. Like... "I know that you're going to betray me like Saul. You're a Cylon. You're going to SHOOT ME IN THE BACK LIKE SAREN!!!!!" And he'll start fussing again. He cracks me up. Because he's such a paranoid little fluff-ball. I've been calling him "Carth-kitty." I might adopt him, even though I wanted a girl initially. He's so cute.

Anyway. That's really all that's new. All the shit I care about anyway.