The sick feeling in your belly when you realise you have inadvertently and possibly under the influence sent someone an email which which seemed, in your mind, terribly witty, but which reads, in the light of day, like a drunken insult. The real displeasure comes when you read the (insulted) reply.
UPDATE: I may be, on occasion, a drunken mess but better a drunken mess than an uptight fuck, no?
6 comments:
oh no. drunken texting is bad enough, but drunken emailing? my sympathies.
I signed up for dance classes via email while under the influence once. I was going to go through with it to just to prove it to myself that I'm not that stupid and then realised I couldn't afford it. The internet should be banned on Friday nights.
I'm off the booze, er, again
I'm off the booze, er, again
If you make that promise twice does that mean you're more likely to keep it?
Why yes, yes it does, Dave. Except I had wine with lunch. So um maybe not. Ahem.
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