Katie Schwartz

I just happened upon some barbie photos the other day that I had to post because I'm a freak. fear not, she's not making a comeback on vey .

yesterday I got an email response from someone I emailed TWO FUCKING YEARS AGO . I didn't respond. not sure what to say. this morning, I got another email from him. again, not sure what to say. see, here's the thing, not only do I have no idea what the fuck he's talking about, he thinks I'm someone else. I read the original correspondence. he included it in his e-stalk, so I find myself wondering how it is that he thinks I'm someone else. I find this all deliciously amusing. you don't?

my creepy neighbor is just flaunting his creepiness now. he's escalated from a fat chick pantie sniffing nut bag to a full on meat fetishist. I feel like he preys on fat women with no self-esteem so he can convince them to eat beef jerky while riding his flesh bat. lemme tell ya something, these ain't overly dramatic, inaccurate assessments. here's the scoop: juice and I were schlepping down the stairs and out pops creepy from his nest, toting a garbage bag. expressing far too much enthusiasm he says , so, you ready for the big move ? yeah . he glances at louie and says , he can finally go into retirement . how offensive. I'm not one of those, confront death head on, broads. retirement = death in my twisted irrational mind. my parents are not allowed to retire or age. whatever. don't judge. so, I said, he's hardly retiring. he runs. he plays. he swims. he has a full life, he just can't go up the stairs . myob, dumb ass . he throws out his trash. I throw lo...