Jade: Oh fuck, me too. I don’t remember nothin’. I woke up on the floor with Richie pretending to be asleep while he groped me.
Kyra: Prick. That’s not too bad. I woke up with your big fat tit in my face.
Jade: No way. Where the hell did we go? I remember walking to the bar.
Kyra: I kinda remember walking home. Next thing I knew I was sitting in some dude’s kitchen, watching him stitch up a cut in his arm. Fuckin’ fucked up.
It’s so tempting to drink and blog at times. Some of my best (at least I think so at the time) ideas come to me when I’m less than my regular sober self. But like with anything we humans do after a couple of ounces of alcohol, our bravado goes up as our inhibitions go down.
One of my most memorable (to me, then again I was drunk for all of my drunk posts–there aren’t many) less-than-with-it posts was this one. The lyricist/singer in the picture is known for his liberal drinking habits, though I’m not sure this particular photo wasn’t staged. But I think that tiny post pretty much says it all. Some of the best things that have been written are by well-known drunks.
So what’s the difference between, say, Hunter S. Thompson or F. Scott Fitzgerald and your average blogger? The time it takes to publish.
I need to remember that next time my finger hovers, swaying over the mouse as the cursor rests on that lovely blue button.
So now that I sound like a total alcoholic (which I’m not), I ask all the casual drinkers out there the question: should a pepper post before it’s pickled? Or is a peck of pickled posting perfectly proper?
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