Katie Schwartz

nicole : we stopped at the car wash nicole : and i forced him to play a game of Mrs. Pac Man nicole : remember that game? katie: dude, yeah nicole : after the first two levels, they have the little scene where pac man and mrs. pac man first meet nicole : and i say, bitterly, "little does she know how much he will FUCK HER OVER later!" nicole : SO BITTER nicole : omg katie: HAHAHAHAHAHHA katie: that's so funny nicole : he looked at me like I was a nut case katie: that’s a keen observation. It’s good you’re cursing mrs. pacman out katie: because shes being a naive cow nicole : right?!?! katie: YEAH nicole : pac man is an ASS in disguise nicole : hee hee hee nicole : pac man sucks katie: totally. he’s a prick katie: a big yellow testicle

well, katie, life sucks big-fat-jew-dairy-nobody-fucking-calls-me-back-everybody-dismisses-me-I-HATE-people, ass. gee, schwartz, why not be a little more victimee. come on, I know you can muster that pussyfied feeling and magnify it times 10. whatever. it's god damned everything. I swear to god, I am the epitome of frustration and angst. in the meantime, how do you like the dame who was struck by lightening while praying on her linoleum floor? as soon as she said, amen, lightening struck. I wonder which zealot will be in contact with her. now, will she get disciple status for this? or like a formal god's chosen soldier award? brangelina had their child, shilock. I mean, shiloh.