One of my best friends put it something like this, “The next morning, my outgoing message list breaks my heart.” Tell me about your drunk text experiences.
When I am drunk, I forget that 15kg I need to lose and think Im sexy. I send messages to whoever appropriate for the time.. In the morning I cringe and think they probably were laughing at me for trying to be sexy. Then I laugh too.
Speaking of which, I like the new option here that allows us to edit our comments within 5 minutes after posting. Not quite enough time to sober up if we’re drunk, but enough to read what we’ve written and see if it could be improved…
I’ve been known to send messages to past loves, future loves, old friends & estranged family reminding them of my badly spelled love for them, or trying in vain to say something philosophical.
It usually ends in tears.
Or laughter.
Mostly both.
I’m notorious for sending them … any more than that would be revealing too much! :P
When I am drunk, I forget that 15kg I need to lose and think Im sexy. I send messages to whoever appropriate for the time.. In the morning I cringe and think they probably were laughing at me for trying to be sexy. Then I laugh too.
I like to think I’ve mastered the art of sending cringe-worthy texts stone sober. At all hours of the day.
Fast fingers. I share the curse.
I always forget that I can send texts when I am intoxicated, but I do tend to receive a lot.
Oh god, Ive got some real winners from my ex. Not while she was my ex, but still. I send e-mails that end up with sour results, but its at anytime.
http://textsfromlastnight.com/
I will now live in terror that some of mine are going to wind up on that site.
I’m so glad this exists.
Speaking of which, I like the new option here that allows us to edit our comments within 5 minutes after posting. Not quite enough time to sober up if we’re drunk, but enough to read what we’ve written and see if it could be improved…
I’ve been known to send messages to past loves, future loves, old friends & estranged family reminding them of my badly spelled love for them, or trying in vain to say something philosophical.
It usually ends in tears.
Or laughter.
Mostly both.