Drunk blogging is the new drunk dialing…and I have a rule against it.

Remember drunk dialing? We all did it. (some of us still do) You know…you have just enough alcohol in your system to put you in a stupidly emotional state and you get all touchy feely and decide it’s time to wax poetic to the person(s) you love the most.

So you reach out and touch someone.

And sometimes that works in your favor and sometimes it doesn’t.

For me, drunk dialing has gone the way of the dodo and been replaced by drunk blogging or emailing. Really, I shouldn’t do it. But if I’ve had just one glass of wine too many, I suddenly have this urge to talk about my feelings. In writing. Where it stays forever. And can be forwarded. Or referred to. Often.

I’m a writer. This should be okay, right? Well, I suppose that all depends on the amount of alcohol and exactly what I’m feeling ooey-gooey about.

This has happened a couple of times over the past year. I’m not gonna point out the posts. If you’re a regular reader, you can probably pick them out on your own. If you’re not a regular reader and you’re really that interested in drowning in my sap–knock yourself out. It might take you a while, but you’ll find them.

One of my best friends in the world is still a drunk dialer, though he doesn’t do it as often as he used to. I think it’s cuz he doesn’t drink vodka anymore…but that’s beside the point. One night, I came home to a 30 minute message. And when the machine cut him off, he called back so he could finish. It was kinda awesome, really. I wish I still had that message cuz there’s nothing more true than the spoutings of drunk dialing.

Or drunk emailing or drunk blogging.

Today, I had a headache the size of Canada. It continued to grow until I couldn’t stand to breathe because the smells were bothering me. And the sounds. God everything was so loud! So I left work a little early, came home and popped a Lortab and took a little nap.

And guess what I’m doing now?

Noooo. I’m not drunk blogging. I’m High. Totally different. Duh.