So, on the news today I just heard their latest story about how people are now sleep texting. I don't know about that, but I do know about blacked out drunk texing! Which in my eyes is pretty much the same thing. I have had some experiences in the matter. My sister can vouch for at least two of the incidents ending in losing my phone in a cab, twice--in the same month. Oops! Thank you to the second man who actually found the phone and called her letting me know where I may pick it up. The first time I was not so lucky. I had just bought the new Google phone when it came out and only had it for a good solid month before my inner demons sprung their very beautiful in repition, heads up. The alcohol that flowed that evening was to be entered into the book of wonders. I at first thought I had been date raped drugged by the bartender who was obviously in love with, ALL OF THEEEEEAAAAHS! Nope. Just a lot of Jack. Needless to say I never found the phone again. Some cabbie is very happy with their new find. Anyway, the texting that happens to all of us when we have had a smidge to drink should have it's own blogger spot. It would be quite interesting to follow. All the Incoherent Ramblings (shout out) of our fellow human beings at their finest...not to be missed. Maybe after my "World Tour" of Cleveland's finest Mexican I'll start a new section of Blitzed Texting.
My most exciting, day after drinking, activity is going through all my sent texts and seeing just how big of an ass I made myself out to be. You all know you do it too. Mine are always to my straight guy friends asking if I could come over and fondle their things that hang. It's like clock work my friends. They need to invent the app that restricts texting or calling when the blood alcohol limit has been reached. Maybe go in with law enforcement and have a breath-a-lizer on the receiver. That could possibly be used on the world net to stop drunk driving. It'll send a red flag to all the hotspots you are near to stop serving you and or go to the nearest police station and alert the piggies. We would need a lot more po-po's! And that would leave a lot less people at the bar. Better safe than sorry, as I was recently made aware of. Erase all those sent texts, make amends to all you have insulted and blame it on the a-a-aa-aa-a-alcohol!
So, I am not aware of the effects of sleep texting. If they are anything like the above stated hot mess of it all drunk texting-deep sleepers beware.
Wrestling with Beauty....
10 years ago
Oh the drunk texts, don't the kill us all a little bit one by one on the inside? I actually was thinking of the breathaliser phone thing, or maybe it was just something you and I talked about while blitzed. Usually don't remember real life thoughts from conversations while drunk lol. And shit, sleep texting will never happen with me, I'm always in my sleep coma from the booze.
ReplyDeleteI have fallen victim to the drunk texting. But, unfortunately for one not-so-fat gay, he is the only one who receives said texts. As alcohol slides down my throat and reaches my brain, my ever growing need for constant approval and self-esteem boost is quickly typed into my phone and sent onto his. Upon receipt of the reply, I can always tell if he, too has been drinking or if he is as sober as a new born baby (unless the mother is trailor trash from West Virginia). It is either a kick in the stomach telling me to SHUT THE FUCK UP or a quick, yerp, reply. Either one does not help the sad fact that I am sitting in a bar, drunker than a skunk, feeling alone and ugly.
ReplyDeleteWait...am I drunk now?