Katie Schwartz

My mind wanders through inaneville when I take a 3-5 minute on-a-whim-shit , an unplanned evening, or late afternoon, shit, one that doesn’t need to be lured by freshly percolated coffee. Often, parading curiously through my weird ass brain is the origin of words: Who decided to call fluffy white squares marshmallows? Molestation, why marry “mole” and “station”, two perfectly independent, doable words and turn them into a big fuckin’ nightmare. Who was the decision maker behind that gem? Nomenclature screams mutton chops. One of the meanings of nomenclature is dictionary, vocabulary or glossary. Loving words, I should have an affinity for this one. I just can’t get behind nomenclature; it sounds and feels like decrepit, beyond repair, vintage furniture. And we all know how much Katie loves vinty everything. Last night’s on-a-whim-shit , my mind wandered, of course. What popped into my head wasn’t a word; it was a thought: I wonder what my psychiatrist looks like when he takes a dump. ...

did you know there's a site called prison art ? dedicated to procuring and selling art created by prizzy's. what a lovely mural esther. who is the artist? he's a prisoner at attica serving life for murder. isn't he just so talented ? yes, I know, I need to get my supportive swirl on. working on it! new topic wp tagged me for a meemish and so did our favorite pharmacist the drug nazi . doing those today. check back because ya's have prally been tagged. new topic jesus was a shvatsah. celebrate it! I know it. you know it. we all know it. this whole caucasian interpretation thing is killin me. get with the program, people. location-location-location.

I've been thinking about pick-up lines today. I'd love to go up to a man at a bar and say, know where I can find an std as fine as you ? I'd also like to say to a gardener, I'm looking for a mild vaginal infection, what can I plant in my canal to grow one ? I said a had a pulse, not that I was right in the head.