Katie Schwartz

so, my day job is writing queer ass content. it's just such a gosh darn great use of my writing talent. fucking hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaate it. but a girl's gotta make a living, doesn't she?! today, I spoke to one o' them plastic surgery sites. the guy said, "we need implant, reduction and vaginal rejuvenation content. do you know anything about those topics? Specifically vaginal rejuvenation?" "enlighten me." I says tah him. he goes on, in painstaking detail about drooping pussies, lip lightening and sculpting, etc. etc." I squeezed my legs together. I was so freaked out! I'm not a hypochondriac. I fear death. There is a difference. I said, "how do I know if my down there is drooping? like what are the symptoms?" as he droned on, I dropped my pants, grabbed a compact and threw my legs in the air, TERRIFIED I HAD A DROOPING POOKIE. I became so stressed out, I said, "I have my vagina in front of me. Can I pleas

I am so busy, I feel like Moses had an easier time parting the seas. also. today when I stopped at the market for coffee, ya know, to brew; even though I suck so hard at making coffee, I wanted cheese and crackers so desperately, I wanted to burst into tears. I mean it. My cravings are at a psychotic all time high. My fantasy plan was to buy gobs and gobs of that gorgeous extra sharp cheddar cheese and butter biscuits and stuff my face until I felt supreme guilt. And of course I would've promised myself that I'd start tomorrow. My innards burned, I wanted it that badly. But I didn't. fuck.

you can bathe with him, too. his preference is twenty-somethings . date jesus

This morning in the news: A female ex-postal worker opened fire at a mail processing plant, killing six people before committing suicide It was bad enough I saw a girl in leg warmers Sunday. Now this?! And the suicide, that is sooo hack. Get creative. If you really want to push the envelope, pull out all the stops, and show people just what you're made of!