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hail mary flailing fights.
*01.11.04* @ *9:21 p.m.*
"you can't keep screaming at me like this..."
i think his hands were trying to cup some sense into my head. his eyes were panicky and darting back and forth between the two of mine, and i kept trying to force myself to care, but i just didn't.
you know the look i wear when i'm super defensive? you know...the one where the left eyebrow is cocked, and i'm avoiding stares with a glare to the wall? well, i wore that one after he let go of my face.
"i mean it. you can't keep screaming at me like this. sometimes you make me think that you are just a little too nutty for me."
i did that asshole snort thing i do, and i made some witty remark that was awarded his laugh.
"but at the same time, i really love your absolute spontaneous insanity. i love when you grab my hand, and we suddenly go running out the door on one of your adventures. i can't tell you how much it makes me laugh to see you do a one legged, hail mary flail over waist high bushes because we've been caught dumpster diving. but sometimes, i can't take you screaming at me for stupid shit i don't really mean to do."
so i looked at him and screamed, "SO WHAT IF YOU DON'T MEAN TO DO IT. YOU STILL FUCKING DO IT. I'LL STOP YELLING IF YOU USE A LITTLE DISCRETION."
he cupped my face, pulled me to him, and screamed in my deaf ear,
"OKAAAAAAY."