What the Fuck, Katie Schwartz
Change, though not always planned, doesn’t have to suck the ass of a geriatric patient with bleeding hemorrhoids. That being said — Schwartzy has a new joint. BREATHE. I’ve decided to consolidate. I’m not giving up All The Way From Oy To Vey, NEVAH. Thanks to Crionaberry, that’s where my blogventure began. The Vey is home to three years of my life with my near and dear online and offline friends. We’ve laughed, cried, and lived super out loud there, so it ain’t goin’ nowhere.
However, BREATHE, I will be blogging here now. Still breathing? Great. I need a central website, one place where I can blog and also update what’s going on in my writing life and with Dear Thyroid, which (knock wood), seems to be really moving its story forward (yahoo), etc. etc. etc. With the help of Bit Depth, if he can stand my ass painery, I’ll map my domain KatieSchwartz.com to WordPress properly.
So, why haven’t I blogged in close to a month? Fuck me and suck my ovaries, what a month this has been, seriously. Mostly good, mind you. Some if it overwhelming.
Let’s start with the fucktardaree that is my home life, shall we? I am officially living in Moushewitz. My kitchen wall is shared with psycho Cindy who now scratches the walls when she smells anything to her disliking coming from my apartment. To be clear, I collect and wear gorgeous perfumes — sorry, but it’s true. I do not burn incense. I have been known on occasion to light a scented candle, but not often. The building next door is a few feet away. Off my kitchen window, we have Saphareena and her mother, cunteralla. Convinced that I stare into her windows, which is impossible unless I have X-ray vision, considering she has thick curtains covering her windows, has resurrected two HUGE 3 ft long plywood barriers with slats in them. Why, yes, it does resemble the haunting vision of a train en route to Auschwitz. Between the scratching and that, I’m done. I can’t run fast enough. For the past two weeks, I’ve been house hunting. Last night, I found a great house for rent that I’m super crazy about. I’ll keep ya’s posted. I think I’m done with neighbors and need some space from people in a home setting. Rents have dropped like mad, yo! I hope to be outta here by mid-June, July 1st at the latest.
Up next, I’m down 45 pounds (still a sphere), and my thyroid has now been balanced for 3-months straight, yay. Love Endogirl, she’s tits to the tenth. I’m mentally and physically healthy, so there’s that. Things are going a-okay. I think I’m on the right track. If you click here and scroll down, you’ll get the gist of what’s doing.
Oh, before I forget, I will be adding all of the links on The Vey, to this blog. If I inadvertently leave anyone out, spill. I want every one of my peeps here with me. Kindly start linkdating with me here, please?
Helen Wheels of Just Ain’t Right fame, who also happens to be one hell of an amazing woman, I’m not kidding, helped me out of a canine sitch, which I am eternally grateful to her for. She also told me about movies at cemeteries that I’m now jonesing to attend.
I’m grossly inappropriately behind on my blog reading, I am so sorry. I will catch up.
The Three Dames With A Clue show was a smashing success. I’ll be posting about that tomorrow, I hope, with pictures and all. We’ll also be announcing June’s show. I also met Dusty from the Siren Chronicles, she’s tits.
Other things that have kept me busy, well, getting out of seclusion and back into my life…
I have missed you all terribly. Thanks for not breaking up with me. I’ve tweeted with a few of you, Frannygirl, Utah and Grainylish, and I’ve e-dished with Cormac, Jin, Zipgirl, Bubbsie.
A proper post about Lewch is forthcoming, along with an interview with my cousin, Dorian, the edgiest artist in San Francisco.
Looking forward to visiting you in your new home!
Big MWAH!
Thanks, Queenie. I’m digging it hard.
Hey Katie, will add the new link to my blog list!
Thanks, Mauigirl. I’ll be adding YOU too, and my other goils and guys. This week, it will get done!
Sure, now you tell us you’ve moved. After you’ve already done so. Stop drinking the Hater-ade yo. ;0)
Ha. Haterade.
Well, the downstair’s f-tards moved out from the apartment below, so we can’t trade psychos. I misses youse too, so hopefully youse will blogs more often dere.
You got rid of your fucktards? Wow, you are soo lucky. I wish mine would spontaneously combust. They won’t, so I’m shipping out.
I miss you, my best online BFF! I have to catch up on all things Cormac and start blogging more frequently.
Kateleh, my beautiful shaina maidl! Oy, you told me that you had to move when we dished but I did not realize this move too!
This new place is the shit and I love it, just like I love you. Were your ears burning on Sunday morning when Travelingman Rick and I were tossing your name around like nobody’s business? And tossed with all great love.
You will have to teach me to love wordpress, I have been hating it every time I tried to use it.
Love you Katiegirl!!
Frannylish, my beautiful baby. I really have to move. Since we dished, they’ve gotten worse. I can’t do it anymore. I’ve decided they have vadgeicoses *psychoses*.
Thanks, babes, so glad you like it.
I am dying to hear about your rendevous with Travelingman Rick. I like him so much. I bet youse had the best time.
I hated wordpress, too. Now, I’m so in love with it. I will teach you all about it. I can’t believe the flexibility. For you, I think it will be poifect. We’ll dish.
I love you, my sweet.
xoxoxox
Thanks, Lewchiekins. I really appreciate it. love Shrinktail, he’s the shit. I’m so fucking happy about the 3-months of a balanced thyroid. After so many years, it’s kind of surreal. I find myself asking “Really? Seriously? No. Really?”
only you can make moving fun…… boy i have missed the rants
Awww, DC, you’re such a honey. Thank you so much. I have missed you, too.
Oy, those neighbors with the sensitive shnozzes.
I recommend you pan fry a nice mackeral and boil some cabbage with the windows open.
Then if you like I can save up the contents of my three kittys’ litter boxes and mail them to you. You can reconstitute the chunks with ammonia, then aim a fan over the box toward the neighbor’s window.
To show them some faux concern, buy 6 peach scented candles from the nearest Indian convenience store. Gotta be peach scented–it’s an instant headache.
;)
“You got rid of your fucktards?”
They hauled off all on there on, we’re still under siege from the construction next door and it is worse on their floor than mine.
“Wow, you are soo lucky.”
You know, I’ll have to get back to you on that one. I was hoping the last time to get people that didn’t fall down drunk all the time and we wound up with twice the drunks, only these were psychotic.
“I wish mine would spontaneously combust. They won’t, so I’m shipping out.”
I miss Superdog, he would’ve put them in their place.
“I miss you, my best online BFF! I have to catch up on all things Cormac and start blogging more frequently.”
I miss you, too!