Fmeh....

Jul 08, 2005 11:26

Well... I couldn't bring myself to openly "kick his ass" like I thought I would. It wasn't what I expected really, either. I expected it to get heated... But it didn't. I guess he knows he can't loose his cool in public, or in front of me. We talked mostly of past events, I accused him without accusing him of stalking me and my friends, he denyed [is that how you spell it?] every bit of it. Moved on to the court case, and how he "does NOT hate my family, he said those things in court because he believed them true at the time." What, a year ago? If anything, it was a battle of intellect and wit... Almost like chess. He started, I countered. He moved, I moved accordingly. He brought up one topic, I ask for specifics. He pointed one thing out, I corrected him, and added what I knew and felt. He tries to butter me up, talking of how he so loved me and took care of me as a child [I don't doubt most of what he said, but I know damn well that mom did the work], I reminded him things didn't stay as thus for long. He tried to prove me wrong, and I gave him an example he could not possibly place the blame on mom for. Several, actually.
I put him in check, he appologizes for hurting me.
I'm not sure I accept his appoligies.
I find it odd he was wearing a heavy jacket and sunglasses indoors in the middle of summer.
-sigh- Ugh... Thats how I decided to play the game. I would keep on the same key as he kept. I couldn't openly accuse him of stuff, because... I didn't have any solid proof. The way we were playing, I needed solid proof for whatever I said. Most of the stuff is done behind my back, and so I only had Jamie and Josh's words to go on. While these are valid and I believe them, they wouldn't get me far. He also stayed far, far away from any topic that I could possibly reprimand him for. That combined made things come out the way they did. -sigh- Oh well. It looks like I'm calling the shots as to whether I go over or not. He knows how I feel, due to the journal.

Anyway... Some people are such idiots!!! 4 of us, a monk, a tank, and another ranger, I think. The idiot, I'm pretty sure it was the tank, started going back and forth with the monk. Then, he got the brilliant idea to start calling her names by writing them on the mini-map. I get sick of it, because he didn't stop, and kindly ask him to. He started scribbling on it, keeping it in perpetual whiteness. OMG. I lost it, insulted them with big words, which no-doubt confused the moron, and they didn't stop. The other ranger left, the monk died, and it was the tank and I. "Oh, Blysse, quit writing on the map, it's ------g annoying" he says. Ok, that just proves it was him. >.< Idiot... Oh, and then "Well, we lost our monk, we've got no choice, I'ma go kill myself now". So he lets himself get mauled to death, "------ Blysse, let them kill you!!" etc. At that point, my bird died, and I was pretty much holding my own alone out there... It'd've been friggin COOL if I killed 'em all... Hehe.

Daymn, ale is expensive on GW!!! 200 GP a pop? DAYMN!!! Ok, is it supposed to buzz you? I had at least 5 last night, and nothing happened.... Unless it's crappy vision playing tricks on me again. Seriously, it's not good when you sit back in the chair and you can barely read the text. -_-
-remembers EQ- Heh.... Drinking on that game was SO much fun. Everything would blur, you would run insanely fast, and would sway, and how much of this would depend on how much you drink. Hehe.... It was really cheap, too. You could get a pack of 20 for less than 100 GP, then just sit and drink. Lol... Little halfling runnin' 'round the woods, drunk off her ass.... ^_^
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