i beat, cursed, and verbally shat all over mac.
oops!
i guess it wasn't that great of a night for him. haha
apperantly i called him a liar many, many times, taunted him to break up with me, told him i hated him, wore his pants and danced like a fool in them, and beat his arms, legs, and his face.
He let me play his computer game and I just drunkenly ran around, doing nothing, and yelling different noises. my memory lapsed every 5 minutes and i kept arguing the same point over and over and called him a liar for reminding me that i was repeating myself and yelled at him for calling me ugly all the time (which he never did.)
apparently i told him that i was going to be sober in 10 minutes and when three hours had passed, i went on preaching how our quarrel was evidence that we had problems because "the wall is torn down" thanks to the booze, though i assured him he would remember none of it tomorrow-being the sober one, he rebuttalled that it was i who wouldn't remember.
eventually, pissed as the dickens, he tricked me into leaving his room after all that harmful bantering, and locked me out.
but he was right. i remember none of it...just vague pieces here and there. and in the middle of the night, when i cried out for water-he even delivered me a bottle, which helped spare me of a brutal hangover. <3 the only hint I had of this quarrel was his stern, piercing stare at me before I went to work this morning.
i haven't been that drunk in a while.
out of spite, he took this video:
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