Katie Schwartz

fartkisaf: friday's fears and reminder that katie is a freak.... but on saturdays . sundays. 1. change. oy . it's a mother bitch, ain't it? knowing you need to invoke change. being a duality and appreciating the value of change, but also fearing change. nothing quite says resolution like being at odds with oneself 100% of the time. it's super festive squared. 2. louie's ankles . he started physical therapy this week and his arthritis drenched ankles blew up like the size of cleveland. being a neurotic freak of nature, I panicked. but, the following day, I noticed marked improvement and though the ankles are still swollen, they're more like the size of maine now. as long as he's not in pain and his quality of life remains the same, it's all good. 3. eenie meenie minee mo which sibling gets to tell the monster she's a big fuckin' alcoholic ho ?! that would be me. fuck fuck mother fuck.

"No pardner, this isn't where I work... It's where my money works for me. I know my savings are safe here, because wherever you see that insurance emblem displayed you know your savings are protected by an agency of the U.S. Government." that's one hell of an ad I found online, isn't it?! -- I've decided that abstinence is very similar to going carb free. there isn't an upside to either. -- I really think there should be a fat sucking program for the poor. I see it as a win-win. lemme splain. fattie poor folk get fat sucked out of their bodies making them thin. their fat is then injected into poor starving people making them healthy and robust. it's a good idea, no? -- I'm not sure what's worse, fat rash or fat pull. fat pull is when appropriatee fitting underwear still manages to get sucked under the majora belly roll. in my opinion fat pull blows fat rash away. fat rash though uncomfortable can be remedied with powder or lotion. one fello...

riback, another blog love has the funniest landing page with a survey and all, the kreplach brothers . jewey enough!?

for broads that prefer meat on the fly, fuck and chuck. get it? I'm lame. whatever. it's probably older than dirt.

oh, jesus, please come gather your soldier-eeiest hypocrites. really. they've exhausted us completely and we're ready for your second coming. if you'd like to drop them at hell's gate, we're all for that. though I have a feeling one of the blogs I love, the pitchfork will be none to pleased. unless of course, you grant them permission to hang them from their hateful, zealot ballsacks and nipples. who wouldn't appreciate such a decorative ceiling arrangement?! when fundamentalists dress up psychic cindy predictions as, god said, it just sends my vulva lips twitching like a country cricket on a hot summer eve. who better to make those predictions than the one, the only, pat pining for cock robertson . that queen sure does love being the bell of a crystal ball, doesn't she?! ps: to my beautiful fagehalla's, while I hate to pawn her off on you, we all know she's a bible thumping, glory hole suckin' queen. she just hasn't been caught with the dar...

guess what, al sensu, one of my favorite bloggers of, hard and fast and erotchism needs to be nominated for the sex blog awards . who knew such a thing existed?! well, it does, and sensu the heeblette definitely needs to win. read his yarns and rants .

another favorite blog read, wildwoods spun a must read yarn. skin deep .