I'm Stupid
Well, I did it again--I violated one of my own rules and did something I try to NEVER do. I was drinking yesterday (surprise, surprise) when I received a rather depressing e-mail. In my drunken state, I thought it might be a good idea to respond to said e-mail, even though I had previously vowed to NEVER write important e-mail while intoxicated--just like I vowed to NEVER call women in that state, either. We all know what happened the last time I tried that. I still haven't heard back from that broad.
Anyway, cheap vodka has this funny way of clouding my judgement, so I threw caution to the wind and fired off a drunken missive. Then I sent it, without even bothering to read it over. Now, I should tell you, the last time I hit the bottle was some weeks ago at my brother's house, in which I got royally sloshed and made an asshole of myself. And when I read over the e-mail I wrote this morning in the cold, hard, sobering light of day, I buried my face in my hands and went "I can't believe I wrote that. Holy fuck, am I stupid." I feel like George did in that episode of Seinfeld when he left a dumb, rambling message on his girlfriend's answering machine--and he kept picturing the machine sitting there with it's little blinking red light, as if to say "Hey everybody, come and listen to the idiot!"
I keep picturing my e-mail in her inbox, and it's saying almost the same thing.
I'm so fucking dumb sometimes.
Oh well. I heard from Samantha today, a longtime reader of mine AND a former columnist here on Dean's Planet. I wish she still wrote for the site. I dig this woman.
From: "Sam C."
To: goodnight_tonight@yahoo.com
Subject: Hello again
Date: Wed, 24 Aug 2005 00:10:00 -0700
Hi there Jeremy,
Good to see you're not dead, or half way there, drowning in cheap beer and vodka.
Nice Trump article, I really enjoyed it and I feel your pain... I don't even have to be anywhere near him or his towers or his wealth and he still bothers me. Then again, a lot of people, things, and... ok people, bother me. I know that 'hate' you feel for basically no reason... Ooooh I know it well. It creeps up, but I've figured out a way to curb it.... Just degrade the people in writing, gossip, and general malicious acts. I'm a big fan of malicious acts. Anyway, you keep well, i'm sorry to hear about your Papa - my nana is going nuts, she's 88 and tells us how her dog saved her life when she was 4.
Bye for now,
Samantha
Why, oh why, can't I meet women like this in my personal life? She has a bemused, overall sense of dislike for humanity, just like I do. Plus, she can actually write coherently, which is another plus--and in my experience, somewhat rare. But I never meet women like this, which is probably why I'll be single for the rest of my miserable life.
Oh well, I guess it could be worse. At least I'm not hung over.
Anyway, cheap vodka has this funny way of clouding my judgement, so I threw caution to the wind and fired off a drunken missive. Then I sent it, without even bothering to read it over. Now, I should tell you, the last time I hit the bottle was some weeks ago at my brother's house, in which I got royally sloshed and made an asshole of myself. And when I read over the e-mail I wrote this morning in the cold, hard, sobering light of day, I buried my face in my hands and went "I can't believe I wrote that. Holy fuck, am I stupid." I feel like George did in that episode of Seinfeld when he left a dumb, rambling message on his girlfriend's answering machine--and he kept picturing the machine sitting there with it's little blinking red light, as if to say "Hey everybody, come and listen to the idiot!"
I keep picturing my e-mail in her inbox, and it's saying almost the same thing.
I'm so fucking dumb sometimes.
Oh well. I heard from Samantha today, a longtime reader of mine AND a former columnist here on Dean's Planet. I wish she still wrote for the site. I dig this woman.
From: "Sam C."
To: goodnight_tonight@yahoo.com
Subject: Hello again
Date: Wed, 24 Aug 2005 00:10:00 -0700
Hi there Jeremy,
Good to see you're not dead, or half way there, drowning in cheap beer and vodka.
Nice Trump article, I really enjoyed it and I feel your pain... I don't even have to be anywhere near him or his towers or his wealth and he still bothers me. Then again, a lot of people, things, and... ok people, bother me. I know that 'hate' you feel for basically no reason... Ooooh I know it well. It creeps up, but I've figured out a way to curb it.... Just degrade the people in writing, gossip, and general malicious acts. I'm a big fan of malicious acts. Anyway, you keep well, i'm sorry to hear about your Papa - my nana is going nuts, she's 88 and tells us how her dog saved her life when she was 4.
Bye for now,
Samantha
Why, oh why, can't I meet women like this in my personal life? She has a bemused, overall sense of dislike for humanity, just like I do. Plus, she can actually write coherently, which is another plus--and in my experience, somewhat rare. But I never meet women like this, which is probably why I'll be single for the rest of my miserable life.
Oh well, I guess it could be worse. At least I'm not hung over.
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