Katie Schwartz

day sucked a midwestern subaru driver's ass. spoke to vet. worried. stressed. was overdrawn. fat. hate people. they say mean things. yeah. I can be a delicious cunting whore, but I ain't mean. I ain't spiteful. I ain't a cunt. cunty and cuntish do not equate to cunt. want this year to end. so done. need a new year. new season. new beginning. this is as vulnerable as it's going to get, people. -- save boobs: boobiethon.com :: ends october 7th. what are you waiting for!

you know that song:: Jenny, I got your number Jenny, I need to make you mine Jenny, don't change your number 8-6-7-5-3-0-9 (8-6-7-5-3-0-9) 8-6-7-5-3-0-9 (8-6-7-5-3-0-9) WHAT HAPPENED HERE?! what planets aligned so tommy tutone could sell this top of the pop chart , inapropriate tune?! I am so offended that it popped into my head without any forwarning. I feel violated. -- save:boobs: boobiethon

well, I'll tell you. after a discussion about my latest vetventure at $519., wp offered up the following pearls: It's nothing, you know he's Super Dog. BTW, the vet should throw in a blow job and a portable DVD player at these rates. -- save our boobies:: boobiethon.com !

which one of you bitches emailed this to me, may i have sex with you? initials dc. do I look like I was born yesterday? huh? do I? what am I? new! hardly. I won't publish shim's email address because that's just wrong on every level. a girl has standards! ** today is my favorite holiday in the world, yom kippur . it was a perfectly heebalicious day. yom follows rosh. on yom we atone for our sins. rosh hashanah is the jew-new-year. both holidays are great. love the whole, atone-in-a-day. talk about fabulous. the services are quite beautiful. one of my favorite prayers, the kaddish , prayer for the dead always tops off the service. it's just a very introspective reflective holiday. I dig that so much (ok, 70s dancing queen). happy jew year. atone beautifully. xo, jewgirl -- show your boobs and raise money to stop breast cancer: boobiethon.com !

I am so tired, oy. that jesus sure does love to dish. when my blackberry rang and the screen said, jesus calling, I was going to forward it to voicemail, but he'd only show up and want to have a girl's night. I'm menstruating, so I really wasn't up for that. he wanted to talk about the lisa welchel/blaire situation. who knew there was one?! well, apparently there is, and a BIG ONE at that. he's feeling hocked to death (or to life, depending on your religious slant). she doesn't stop with him. she calls constantly. she has big time creepy chick syndrome. he is so OVER IT. anyway, he asked for my advice. I really didn't know what to tell him. poor guy. she's way ocd about him. he's thought about filing a restraining order against her. but, he's afraid it would exacerbate the situation. he's in a serious conundrum. she constantly calls for guidance, thanks, a chat, to send good wishes to her family. to help her get through the day, finish her ch...

this time of year, if I'm single, which I am, it always feels like cock hunting season. like god forbid I spend the holidays and valentine's day without a man. because it's the worst possible thing that could happen to a girl. like I need to drag my fat ass out and strategically hunt for relationship dick NOW. and, the fact that I haven't found commitment peeny makes me a fucking inadequate freak-tard, incapable of the shrewdness required to manifest a man. well, FUCK THAT! so, I'm a pain in my own ass. so, I like impossible men who couldn't possibly fulfill my needs. so, I have issues with emotional intimacy. compared to the men I am attracted to, I'm still a rook. so what gives?! has it occurred to the self help set that I am choosing to be single for yet another holiday season until I can eradicate these issues? does it make me that much of a vile, disgusting, shameful whore bag?! since when does a meat free holiday season or two equate to relationship l...

coffee talk with blaire. this week's journal entry . this part's my favorite: my mom chose the chili and sea bass. (That sounded really good on this crisp, cool, fall evening.) By the time my mom was served her ganache chocolate cheesecake, we realized she wasn’t going to get her bowl of chili. We later figured out she had ordered “Chilean sea bass.” Oops. We felt like real hicks.