Katie Schwartz

to me, hoodia sounds like clit removal. why name a diet drug, hoodia? it's such a stupid name.

ROCK! you must listen to their new song, not ready to make nice. their political agenda against the war and moxie to speak out against it in the face of such hideous backlash from the christian reich is so amazing! support the chicks. beavers with voices :) what's not to love?!

kvetch. fuck. kvetch some more. eat. fat. gobs and gobs of fat. preferrably in the sodium realm. fart. I think farting is divine. why people must hold back, I will never understand. who wants to get all squeezed up with gas?!

cipro is DISGUSTING. my doctor refuses to give me a liquid prescription for it. and what pisses me off about that is it's because he wants me to learn to swallow pills. hi, choke phob. what part of, I will never swallow a fucking pill, do you not understand?!?!?! for the love of god. when I was on birth control pills, I crushed them. it is what it is. I don't swallow pills. and cipro is so nauseating. ugh. it could be worse.

holly and molly are such non-jew names, aren't they? you just don't get jews with those names. not that katie is such a jewey name either. and I'm named after my great grandmother, katie and my great grandfather, louie. I have a cousin louie katie. I'm katie louie. funny, no? so, yesterday when I was at the park, some guy asked me if he could buy my dog?! I said, "if I asked you to buy your kid, would that be appropriate?" he said, "this is different and I want your dog. he's so beautiful." I said, "yeah. too fuckin bad. he's not for sale." the shame.

I am so completely disgusted and offended by pastels. it's not natural, and it's not appropriate under any circumstances. it's freakish. meterosexuals, corporate weekenders and women wear pastels. bible thumping -linen pastel tote bag carrying- vanilla ice cream and ham eating F-R-E-A-K-S. that is what spring pastel apparel buyers are. women who wear pastels wear strings of pearls, and I don't mean cum pearls, the real pink clam slammin' ones. there is nothing attractive about a pastel. pastel wearers have glazed doughnut faces. They smile at scampering puppies, tapioca pudding and wicker picnic baskets filled with blush Chablis. I FUCKING HATE PASTELS!

well, my new crackberry came today. all is write with the world now. I can't tell you how relieved I am. however, I will still be sitting shiva for the original.

you have the audacity to send the below comment in an email and expect the recipient to believe you: "half of Hollywood has my eggs. I have about 100 illigetimate kids from my stolen eggs that I won't recognize ever."

katie cruise eating junk food in public. FABULOUS!

I would... write. fuck. float. get massaged. eat. receive my blackberry. exercise good hand care. play catch with my dog on the beach. be thin. have pilate arms.

jessica simpson: "I want to adopt, and I plan to adopt before I have my own kids," the pop star recently told TV's "Extra." this sentence is just wrong on every level. it's just so UN-baby-look-at-me. isn't it? "I think Angelina Jolie has done amazing, amazing things, and the international adoption rate just since her has skyrocketed," Jessica said. "It's unbelievable." who knew multi-national adoption would become a jet setting fad?! what's going on with american homeless and crack babies? aren't they ever going to make a comeback!!! houston on katrina victims: Many people in the nation's fourth-largest city complain that the influx has led to more murders and gang violence, long lines at health clinics and bus stops, and fights and greater overcrowding in the schools. Some of those claims are debatable, but the sentiment is real. how BUSH. but my favorite is this sentence: "We still feel sorry for them. We stil...

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at approximately 8:54 PM, I suffered a painful loss, something I'm not sure I will ever recover from. though my relationship was brief, it was far from inconsequential. in fact it was one of the most profound unions I've ever experienced. we spent every waking minute together. we were joined at the hip, the best of friends. the click wheel on my crackberry croaked. I am overwhelmed with sorrow. so much so that I will be sitting shiva for her, and shrouding all mirrors so that I can reflect on our journey together; 3 short months. it's never enough time is it? a memorial service will be held on saturday morning at 8:54 AM. please feel free to attend. signed, forlorn crack whore no more

if I had the name, wally, I would change it to something leaner. wally is a gutteral fat name that gets trapped in your throat. it's right up there with sally. I think day brides are creepy. who gets all wildly married in those big white dresses at 11AM or at 3 in the afternoon? those kinds of brides serve queer ass organic greens and poppyseed cake. I hate those weddings. I always get a fucking headache and just HATE having to wear a skirt that early in the day.

I keep getting adoption spam with the subject; adopt your little bundle of joy. when you open the email, you see a young couple in a very field of dreams (hack) holding a baby. it seems to me that adoption should be a spam boundary. I understand hoodia, viagra, every kind of drug under the sun and of course a good rehab because you're now a junky. but children? who direct markets children? "get your child. we've got all kinds, whites, browns, yellows and beiges. all ages, too, from infant right up to teen. whatever kind of child you want, we got it. and at discount prices. just come to our wholesale child warehouse and pick your child today. it's as easy as 1, 2, 3. pick the kid, pay 9.99 and wallah, you can be a parent, too. we're so confident you're going to find the child you want, we've even implemented a 90-day return policy JUST IN CASE. if you're ready to be a parent, and can't get knocked up, or make it abroad like the jolie-pitt's, come...

I'm gettin' a whole lotta slack from about.com's deaf division because of the post about the deaf girl who got whacked by a train text messaging her parents . I'm not apologizing. I don't think finding the humor in death belittles the loss of life. I think it helps cope with the loss. personally, I think it's vital to laugh at everything, even deathings. death sucks ass. amidst the falling tears, why not indulge in uproarious belly laughs?!

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I have this crazy eye situation that's stumped every doctor in the greater Los Angeles area for the past 7 months. it's incredibly ugly, and frustrating, but it's not permanent and it's not cancer, so it's not really that big o' deal. I'm blurry all the time; that's the worst part of it. and I wear sunglasses all the time now. and I NEVER WORE GLASSES. sun or otherwise (20/20). still... doable. not cancer. anyway, my latest adventure was at the jules stein eye institute. great doctors! they gave me this prescription for a gel that I put on my eyes twice a day. it looks like a man spent his love nectar all over my eyeballs. isn't that hot?! it even peels like a mask. WOW. jealous? I decided to look up this gel. turns out it's pookie gel, metrogel. I'm using vag gel on my eyes as prescribed by an eye specialist at the institute. no wonder it looks like I've got jizz on the lids?!?!?!

I'm trying to finish these essays that are due this month and I'm havin' a real hard time getting them written. I'm trying to get my mojo to flow. I HATE writer's block.

I had a meeting today with someone so anal retentive, I could actually feel his sphincter muscle begging for a reprieve.

"I so love providing a free service to some idiot. I think I'll ban her IP's so she has a meltdown trying to proxy in." -- doc all because I said that I didn't agree with her post about getting people to ban the sale of books. "What a fucking loser. A fat lonely girl, obsessed with lesbians and homeschoolers. I must be manna for her." --doc if you click through and read that link, you won't believe the horrific things these people are saying. it's so shocking. they want to see me banned because I have a different opinion. I could easily go through my stats too and find several click through's to my site from Doc's Oregon location. what was she doing on my site in the first place? she's made it clear how much disdain she has for me in previous posts. yes, I found it incredibly shocking that a lesbian would support any form of censorship. that doesn't mean I'm obsessed with her. having witnessed my gay and lesbian family membe...

I asked my friend, writeprocrastinator to read what shlock wrote and tell me his thoughts because he's one of the most articulate, clever writers I know. here they are, acerbic, FUNNY, and brilliant... written by: writeprocrastinator I literally cannot make heads or tails of this and I've read it like three times. I don't know how she can make that comparison, it boggles the mind. A book encouraging child abuse versus the extermination of millions? That's like a finger cramp versus a slow amputation of every limb and I just, Jesus. She chose that example to bait you just the way a Southern Baptist or Pat Robertson would too. How are you supporting these Pearl morons? I don't see it.

I moderate comments, so they are emailed to me and this is the email I received from blogger.com about Doc's comment that she posted to my site in its entirety. she can deny she made a comment until the cows come home, it's simply not true. From: Doc [mailto:anonymous-comment@blogger.com] Sent: Tuesday, March 21, 2006 9:51 PM To: katiegirl@gmail.com Subject: New comment on book banning Doc has left a new comment on your post " book banning ": I'm sorry, moron, explain what being a lesbian has to do with not supporting child abuse?Supporting these people and their abusive books would be the same as supporting Hitler killing millions of Jews. Grow a brain, little girl. And stay off my website. the green bits are doc's comments posted to my book banning entry. "I'm sorry, moron, explain what being a lesbian has to do with not supporting child abuse? If you're going to quote the moron, could you at least get it right?! gahhhd. I can't believe a l...

into the sunrise is calling on people to ban the sale of pearls old schoolhouse books . of course they are horrific books. but I can't believe that a lesbian is advocating book banning! shame on her! that's censorship and stupidity. you should absolutely never, under any circumstances kybosh freedom of speech. our citizens have lost so many of our rights as it is. disgusting. do not support this!

I just discovered this website, don't date him, girl , and I think it's shit. basically women post about their boyfriends who have cheated on them. what bothers me about this site is the saying, "hell hath no fury like a woman scorned." they don't qualify their posts. they accept any and all postings. for the record, if there was an identical site for men about cheating women, I'd feel the same way.

my sister and I did our laundry last night. while we were taking our clothes out of the dryer, a german shantzi sans undies in cargo pants walked by our folding station and said, "somevon put zayr svetah in my dlyah. zay aren't getting it back." Kerri and I looked at each other like, ok. when he took his clothes out of the dryer and over to his folding station, my sister whispered, "that's my sweater. he's got my sweater. it's my favorite sweater. let it go. he can keep the sweater." I said, "no way. I'm gettin' that sweater back." I walked over to him and picked up the sweater and said, "that's my sweater. I'm very sorry that I accidentally put it in your dryer." he freaked out and tossed his towels around, "you changed za temprachur of my dryer. you cost me time I cannot get back." why would he want to keep a dirty jew sweater, you know?! I put down one dollar in quarters and said, "here's a do...

this morning, my friend, e and I were having coffee outside on wilshire blvd. are you noticing a wilshire theme today?! all of a sudden out of a lexus, pours an eastern european taco in beige trousers. I'm talking a hardcore, no holds barred vagina. her lips were so cavernous, you could actually see where her pookie stopped and her ass started. I said to, e, "do you fuckin believe those lips? I mean, you saw them, right?" he was blushing and gushing with delight. I said, "dude, come on, you don't like that, do you?" with a shit eating grin, he said, "oh, yeah, I love pussy. and I love lips." what kind of a fuckin' broad features her lips?! you know?!

so, when I was taking louie to camp last week, I had a bag of his supplements, meds, his rope and a dozen cans of tuna and chicken. wellllll.... like an idiot, I left the bag on the top of the car. when I realized I had done this, retracing our steps made little difference because it was long gone. I was super blue. it was $200 worth of hellnine supplies. today I got a phone call from my vet saying that a doctor on wilshire had my bag. I was so excited, I called them asap. sandy said, "finally. we've been trying to call you for days. we've got the bag. in fact, you must've lost it just moments before I found it. come on up." I'm a jew. we don't do empty handed as gratitude. we bring food. I picked up a dozen gourmet chocolate chip cookies and showed up with a basket to claim louie's stuff. I showed them a picture of louie. thanked them profusely and we exchanged the goods. welllllll..... as I got into the elevator, I noticed the bag felt lighter then i...

the god damned shame of the fcc! pay attention! censorship abounds. March 18, 2006 FCC chairman Kevin Martin defended his agency's decision last week to fine broadcast companies nearly $4 million for airing indecent programming . "Whenever the commission is trying to determine what is appropriate and inappropriate, there's inherently lines that end up being drawn," FCC chairman Kevin Martin said during a news conference Friday. "And all of that ends up involving the context of the way particular words are used or not used. This debate is not new. The FCC's original indecency decisions, that were upheld by the Supreme Court, it was George Carlin's monologue ('Filthy Words'). I think the commission is going to continue to provide guidance consistent with our precedent on this and how those words are appropriate or inappropriate." Martin dismissed criticisms that the commission drew too fine a line when it ruled that someone could be fined for s...

people don't fart in public? I think farting is great. let er' rip, I say. why not!

ok. yes, the song, you're beautiful, is a lovely song, it's fabulous. but his video for this song must be mocked and with relentless shame. why hasn't anyone mocked this video. it is the epitome of shame. you're beautiful

I gotta tell ya, these points are the shit. this is like lifestyle dieting. and for a food obsessed foodie like me, hot damn this is good. still, I miss a good binge, ya know. I can eat anyone under the table. stop with the jealousy!

I was going to rent this apartment down the street from where I am now, but persheena was insistent on giving me a douche, you know middle eastern style. when I told her that I thought that was disgusting, she said, "oh, but it's not. you come over, take your underwears (like I wear more then one pair at a time) off, and I douche you. I said, that's a boundary. shock of shocks, I have them.

I love sitting naked and resting the twins on the kitchen table. talk about bliss on a board!

there is a magazine called, bass master?! the shame.

so, lw's got a new book, the me in mommy. do you see, me in mommy? cause I don't. the book is for, spirit, mind and body. spirit being jesus christ. what kills me is that she only writes for the christian dame. would it kill her to write about spirituatlity in broader terms??? what a dipshit thing to do. I love that curse word. burka birds could seriously benefit from a "me in mommy" read.

my sister's wedding was beautiful, truly amazing and wonderful! I had a fabulous time. my sister looked like a princess. I made a few friends. saw my flawless family. It was great. oh, and boy, did I make a show of myself walking down the aisle. I lost my bouquet and I was on ring duty, so I used the ring box as my bouquet. I also almost tripped, and screamed, "I'm ok! I'm cool!" when they asked for the rings, I said, "got it." I was so on it. In rehearsal, I really fucked that up, oh well. I also joined weight watchers today cause I'm a fat ass fuckity fuck fuck. Love my brothers. they were so perfect and fabulous. my dad - my mom. all great stuff. more later. gotta work.

I'm not like a fire slut or anything, but I do think if a fireman comes onto a woman, be it single, married or otherwise, it is her civic duty to fuck him.

The reigning Miss Deaf Texas who was killed by a train was text messaging her parents and friends on her cell phone as she walked near the tracks and might have been distracted, police said.Tara McAvoy, 18, was walking about a foot away from Union Pacific railroad tracks. She had typed a message to her parents, both of whom are hearing-impaired, letting them know she was walking along the tracks from home to her mother's workplace on Monday.

yes, it's true. there is a homeless guy in our neighborhood who is disturbingly HOT. he wears stretch ball pants, but if you dress him in some fabulous jeans and a nice long sleeve t-shirt with a short sleeve vintage shirt over it and some fly boots, you have got a hardcore stud on your hands.

I am a freaking fat fuckity fuck fuck. I love self depricating humor. I love to be self depricating, period.

I'm all about the pine. I choose complicated men who give me extreme agida and perpetuate my fear of intimacy. it's a gift. I just adore difficult men to manifest.

is that britsky titsky is knocked up again with ktrailer's baby. it's bad enough she married her distraction then spawned his child, now she's doing it again? ewww. that is severely creepy.

I was write she's got a book hitting the shelves any day now...

I've been doing a lot of thinking about jesus lately. I guess it's the homeschool blog obsession that's got me all focused on the big dawg. it seems like he's got serious work pressures. think about it. you've got a ton of people who do things in 'his name' and hock him constantly about everything, and it's always, couldjya, wouldjya do for me. what a pain in the ass. I think I've got problems. he should hook up with moses.

I am so tired... exhausted. total insomniac at the minute. whatever.

I fucking hate work. I fucking hate my fucking jobs and my fucking bosses and I am so fucking over this shit, it's not funny. I work for such ass pains of the year. you can't imagine. you know what's worse about someone who is demanding, someone who is demanding in a nasal way. oh please. get over yourself. fuck.fuck.motherfuck.

I think I want one, but from the early thirties or the 20's. what a fabulous bike. they are so vintage and camp...

I bought the most fabulous pair of shoes today for my sister's wedding. I can rock these big time. they border ugly and camp all at the same time. the outfit I got for the wedding--- oh please, it's so 5x5 ugly. whatever, I don't care. I never have to look at these photos a day in my life.

so what the fuck? scrapbooking? there are conventions for these types of crafts. and crafts? I mean who does crafts. "Oh, you're so crafty." what a horrible thing to say to someone. why don't you just call me a plastic ice cube, coke drinking triple wide ho. honestly. I just don't get the phenomenon at all. "let's scrapbook." you know what, get yourself a nice leather photo album and instead of yuching it up with a bunch of queer ass stickers, fly in a few photos and call it a day. it's just so poor -- you know? those who struggle financially don't need to add insult to injury. I read lisa welchel's new journal entry. apparently, she's submitting to jc re: her weight. if god wants her to be 120 pounds or 200 pounds, she doesn't care. it's all about the lord and what he wants. OK. I don't pawn my weight problems off on jc. If I'm gonna have a yachna with the man, believe me, I'm gonna hock him about much bigger issu...

so, teri hatcher just revealed she was sexually abused as a child. how very, redbook-book-deal-90's of her.

katie schwartz strep vagina humdinger vibrator vaginal rejuvination vaccum pussy mary magdeleine are you seeing a pattern?

my deadlines have deadlines.... I also have to write my sister's essay. mother fucking fuck fuck. I have nothing. my head blanks out. which is odd because she's the central character in so many things I write. not that my work is predictible and boring. whatever. I'm so annoyed. and I just found out my friend is an intellectual snob. what an odd thing to say, no? whatever. I'm so irritated. I'm off like a prom dress.

what a fuck nut day. my house is a mess of epic proportions. I mean it is no joke, yo. I have got to seriously deep clean. who has time??? I am so freakin slammed right now, I barely have time to wipe my ass. this week is going way too fast. my sister is getting married on saturday. oy. so not in the mood. I'd love to watch it in real time video while sitting on my couch shoveling gobs of pizza down my throat. now thats what I call well managed fat. I have been running around like a chicken with my head cut off today. nobody had the printer cartridges I needed. I went to the doughnut shop to smell the doughnuts. that was really unsatisfying. but walking out without a fat pellet in hand was even more unsatisfying. everyone is crawling up my tits today and annoying the shit out of me for no particular reason. and my slumlord wants his rent. I mean lighten up, yo. you'll get it when I have it. isn't that good enough?!?!?!?! fuck off.

It does keep a girl regular. it sucks not to smoke.

I would never name the fruit of my loins, Kirby. what an odd name?! kirby - it sounds so, I eat like a bird and I have no appetite. kirby - it sounds short person kirby - someone who annunciates wayyyyy too much

if I retain ANYMORE mother fucking water, I swear to God, I'm going to float away with New Orleans. I just look at salt and start to swell. this is a bad jewey trait. we're water retainers. we can't help ourselves. fuck.

I am so fat right now it's not fucking funny. and, all I want to do is smoke lunch baskets filled with ciggys. omg. if I could, I would smoke myself into a fucking frenzy, and then I'd eat gobs and gobs of cupcakes and pizza. I would stuff my face with extra large pizzas all day!

now matter how much you may loathe and despise someone, sometimes you have to suck it up and take it for other reasons. I think that really sucks ass.

do you have ANY IDEA what it costs me to hoist my hooters???? 60 fucking bucks a pop! that's right. if I want to remotely minimize, which is a joke in and of itself, I have to shell out 60 bucks a pop! mother bitch, that sucks.

I have two bff's, Katie and Peter. I wrote about my bff peter, but peter says I made no mention of this. but in my archives, I did. I love peter. he's my bff and it pains me to no end thinking that he doesn't know this. he calls me fred. I call him sereena. it's a tight friendship. searching my archives for bff peter now :)

oh joy, lisa is back in full effect with a new creepy entry , but there are pictures, too, of mrs. garrett. she looks creeped out by the christian ocd, too.

I took louie to the ranch on saturday when i got my hur cut. and I brought a rope for him to play with and gave strongly worded instructions for him NOT TO PLAY BALL. welllllllllllllllllllll, they totally ignored what I said. he didn't play with the rope at all. do you know how I know? when they gave it back to me it had ZERO DROOL. and louie is a drooler. I'm hoppin! to the core, hoppin! mother.fucking.cock.sucking.mother.fucking.fuck.fucks.

I hosted a bachelorette soiree for my sister. We got her a giant black cock cake with a little note that read, "let's hope your man is this dark on the inside." Kerri's lesbian gal pals gave us an oral demonstration by eating air pussy. It was momentus. My sister is getting married this weekend -- oy. so, you know, I had to go shopping and get clothes. Yeah, that sucked really hard. I hate shopping. I hate being chuvvy. I hate. I hate. I hate. I am exercising my ass off every day this week and starving myself. Healthy Shmealthy. I hate most of the people I have to see this weekend. this weekend: white jew trash meets new york culture and arrogance lovely. whatever.

people have the most odd screen names. I wonder why...

my car is fogging up from the inside because the carpets are wet. can you say, vile? I'm taking it to the car wash next week so the carpets can be cleaned... oh joy. I wonder what that will cost. My brothers are coming into town next week for my sister's wedding. can't wait to see them. I'm as fat as a house. isn't that hot? I'm finishing the hair drama today. oy. I drink way too much coffee. tonight is my sister's whorefest. lisa welchel's husband is a pastor. I don't know why I'm so utterly fascinated by her, but I am. I think it's because she's so, oh, I don't know, creepy in a christian way. I am avoiding the shower like the plague. but I must man up, strip and dip.

The ADVENTure of Christmas "Redeeming the Meaning of Christmas... Have you discovered that Jesus sometimes gets lost in the middle of the hustle and bustle of His birthday party? Would you like to be able keep your children’s focus on Jesus and be able to join them in the wonder of the celebration?" do you really need me to tell you why this is hilar?

tomorrow I am going shopping for wedding clothes. ugh. I am so NOT in the mood. it's because I have challenged self-esteem at the minute. it's just not as high as it could be. I also have a fucking million things to do today, and work. I gotta work. I hate my job. it's so reprehensibly and unforgivably dull. you just don't know. I just realized that blogger has spell check. isn't that a tasty cake wrapped in a sell by date never expires, wrapper. alright... I'm going to my car now. shit. shit. shit. shit. mother fuck. shit. I know it's drenched. for the love of god. speaking of god, pat robertson was kicked off the christian counsel he's been a member of for 30-years because of his comments about Israel's ariel sharon and Venezuela's Ceaser Chavez. pat's losing it. I just can't wait until we catch him with his pants down, and his cock inside some inapropriate beaver. oh, happy day!!! I know it's coming. I can feel it.

it was an s.b.d rain. I just know it. I'm procrastinating... like my friend, write procrastinator . I do not want to deal with the car and its moisture agida this morning. (ps) writeboy has a shop, too, mousepads, t-shirts, check it out, funny ass writing-isms.

I worry that my lips might be too meaty. I never want to be that lippy chick. it fucking rained last night and nobody fucking told me! I didn't put my fucking tarp on. god, I'm so fucking mad --- I am TERRIFIED to go to the vessel. she's probably floating in her own water. omg. and mold. I am deathly allergic to mold. all I need is to drive around in a fucking allergen. fuck.fuck.mother.fuck.

he vomited again this morning. so much for trying to save a few dollars and buying him tuna on sale. gaaaaaaaaaaahd. clearly he doesn't have a budget belly. oh joy for Katie.

I think honeymoons should be called, moons of honey. I also think weddings should be called guiltings.

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today when louie and I went to the pet store to score some treats. I was all hopped up on frustration and angst. big time. he asked for my signature, the clerk, you know. I signed. he said, "thank you, MRS. SCHWARTZ." I shamefully wailed, "I'm not a MRS. and I don't want to be a MRS. I don't want to get married. it's not for me. I don't have to be a MRS. to afford treats for my dog. I can do it all by myself. and I can't BELIEVE THAT YOU WOULD JUST HAVE THE AUDACITY TO CALL ME MRS." he turned red. the customer behind him; his jaw dropped. I glared at him and said, "that doesn't mean I'm a lesbian, ya know." before skulking away, I said, "let's pretend none of this happened!" I am soooooo ashamed....

deadman . great music. super mudfuckeree. you can just feel the hempseeds.

going super big potty can be quite a disappointment if things don't come out the way you want them too.

I was looking at my reflection in the mirror and I have way too much face. where did my cheekbones go? last night, I bought weight watchers ice cream bars -- yeah, clearly I won't be doing that again. I ate the entire box. I also think I had a conversation with someone at 4am. I don't remember. I talk in my sleep. let's hope she, me, didn't divulge any secrets. my sister's wedding is in 10 days. I'm still fat. her bachelorette party is this saturday night.

ok... you have to hit nicole criona's blog and see her latest post about the keywords her blog is coming up on. it is sooo HILAR!!!