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I am Katie. I go to grad school or something. I live in Virginia. You are now bored with this autobiography.

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Things I now appreciate the fuck out of:

  • Huge dishwasher and huge fridge and freezer (it’s one thing to get this unique opportunity to get super-fat, but getting fat while only having to do dishes once a week? This is why America was founded, kids.)
  • Garbage disposal (no rotting food! Now the only stink in my kitchen is the wet cat food!)
  • Range hood fan thing (I can cook bacon without everything in the entire apartment smelling like bacon! Mexican food, every night! Mexican Indian garlic bacon!)
  • Marble counter tops (hnnnnnnnnnnnnng)
  • Electric stove (I learned to cook on electric, so gas was just a confusing mess of “why is everything on fire so much”)
  • Enormous Jacuzzi tub (so comfortable I could drown in it and that would be fiiiiiiine)
  • A fan in the bathroom (suck my dick, mildew)
  • Water pressure! (not that much better than the old place, but every little bit counts)
  • Smaller windows (two small blackout curtains and some tape and my bedroom is dark as fuck)
  • CENTRAL AIR (if I don’t go outside, I don’t know what the temperature is. THIS IS THE FUTURE.)
  1. jezebelthegreat said: Our house is only five years old and we don’t even have a fan in the bathroom, you fancy, fancy motherfucker.
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