Katie Schwartz

in a queer ass attempt to deal with myself, I'm going to do something I don't normally do. actually, it was dale's essay about his childhood, Passion Of The Dale: Strangers With Chips , that I read a few weeks ago that gave me the moxie to do this today. I've been conflicted about it. wp can tell you. I posted it months ago and then ripped it down as quickly as it went up. but, there are a few reasons I'm sharing it. one, women need to know about it. two, I hope it begets a change I need to make. graves becomes her there's a comment rule on this. no empathy. no sympathy. I'm serious. no empathy. no sympathy or I will hunt you down and vomit all over you. go with god, cuntsteinowitz

this morning, like every sunday morning, I visited coffee talk with lisa welchel. we each worship the lord in our own ways, don't we? personally, I rely on lisa to tell me how to feel. what to think. who to pray for and how to live my life each day for 6 days until the 7th day when it's redefined by lisa once again. last week and this week there no journal entries. I've been wandering aimlessly for two-weeks without lw's guidance. so, where in the world is lisa welchel?