only kidding saying stupid but i know most of you are just here to fight anyway so how about it, people. who wants to me to visit them? i'm a writer from pittsburgh and a great big internet whore who made my debut on the personals' and poetry group. ohoh, and there's all my pearl jam friends, hi cyberneighbors! the dallas morning news did a piece on me called 'on the net with kathy jo." they called me 'the jack kerouac of cyberspace' but don't let that discourage you. i'm a golden quill award winning writer in my first year in print after graduating from carnegie mellon university with honors last year after winning all kinds of awards for my poetry. after having been in jail for 6 months and quitting high school and hithchiking across the country and having a baby and living on welfare for 12 years. man. i write for "in pittsburgh" an alternative newsweekly. so i have some great stories. right now i'm working on an itinerary, but i'm not going to have that much time at each stop, you know? but oh you single's people, don't be expecting any spank spank off me unless you smoke pot and are adam duritz. or just someone nice. or if, if, if and if then, you'll get the spanking of your life, mister. i just want to individualisize the internet is all. (i am really funny. read my group) anyway, for those who don't know me, i am the kathy jo of the pittsburgh whores. distant relative to the sacksville baggins. i have a group, alt.fan.dirty-whores where i ramble on about my wretched life as a sexless, penniless whore. but this is mainly for those who already know me but haven't written in a while. i am going to start on a journey on a greyhound bus, for as long as thirty days at a time, through-out the country, starting with the northeast america. looks like i'm going to be leaving on july 9th. oh i'm so sad i'm going to miss my madge and my son and flowers and yard. aw. but my 11 year old son was arrested for stealing handguns this year so he's living at his father's in the country now. and yes, we're white. amazing, huh? even though my son's goal is to be black. he is so funny. singing rap. i'm just glad he's out of this neighborhood. anyway, i'm actually a journalist. kinda. and will write about visiting the houses of strangers and staying with strange men i never met on the internet. i still have to get the details down but i want to meet a bunch of people. and you all think i'm crazy. whatever. i'm not afraid of any of you. you'll say to be you live in new england, especially in maine and along the coast, all those little places. i have never been there in my whole wretched life. i think it will be so beautiful. i want to go to where they burned witches. i want to see plymouth rock and eat lobster or some shit. and then back of the bus, hussy. okay. oh my achin' mail box. no one ever writes to me on my own group or the counting-crows group, but personal's. okay. well. only nice people and if you are just some suckmydick peice of misery bastard who thinks he's going to write to me to entice me with your goldenrod, well slam it in the car door a couple times and know that it how it will feel if you make me lay you out. i make jokes about being a whore cause i'm not, you know? well a whore to me is just someone who gets a little too carried away is all i am a very nice jo and i have a homepage somewhere. love kathy jo