Whenever I get drunk (and I mean seriously liquored up), I perform one of the world's greatest don't-you-dares. If you feel the compulsive urge to whip your cell phone out, and start text messaging the entire contents of your address book after a few too many cocktails, then you and I share the same problem. Unfortunately, our need to text doesn't stop with our girlfriends. What starts off as
to: shelly; i am hvng suuuuuuuuch a goodi tome omg and BRAD is here ahhhhhh
quickly takes off as a multitude of incoherent text messages directed at Brad, often revolving around the wonderfully terrible break-up you guys had, or the heinous fight that broke out at the bar a couple months back. And don't your girlfriends just love you for the mess you've made of their otherwise peachy evening? Okay, maybe your relationship didn't go down as awfully as how I described. Maybe your drunken rants just teeter on the verge of
you're annoying; leave me the f alone.
Regardless of who you decide to contact and what you insist on saying, a slew of incomprehensible pleas, questions and snooty comments (thank you, gin and tonic!) are never examples of cell phone etiquette. If you're like me, and you plan which nights you allow yourself to have a few more drinks than usual, you hand your phone to a trustee girlfriend with a mean face and a strong arm. If you don't plan for wild nights, and they just happen, perhaps it's best to delegate a routine partner-in-crime your cell phone-holding responsibilities, you know, just in case.
you're annoying; leave me the f alone.
Regardless of who you decide to contact and what you insist on saying, a slew of incomprehensible pleas, questions and snooty comments (thank you, gin and tonic!) are never examples of cell phone etiquette. If you're like me, and you plan which nights you allow yourself to have a few more drinks than usual, you hand your phone to a trustee girlfriend with a mean face and a strong arm. If you don't plan for wild nights, and they just happen, perhaps it's best to delegate a routine partner-in-crime your cell phone-holding responsibilities, you know, just in case.
It sounds so dramatic, doesn't it?
But trust me, when your head finally stops throbbing the next morning,
you'll be glad you weren't that girl.
hahahahhaa i love this so true
ReplyDeletehahahhaspeaking from experience?????? NICE!
ReplyDeletehaha yup! :) good call, anonymous! ;)
ReplyDeletehaha we're ALL guilty of this!
ReplyDelete(and thanks for getting rid of that fan location tracker, i felt bad telling ya, but they always freak me out on blogs and often turn me away from reading.)
Thanks for the tip! However, I'm super fickle and always changing up the blog look, and unfortunately, the tracking device comes along with those changes, so I'm afraid you haven't seen the last of it. Also, don't be nervous. I have no idea who you are, just the general area you're reading from. No harm, no foul. :-)
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