Orangeous Dailies

When I drink alone at home, I have a tendency to blog. This usually occurs when I’m three-quarter-way there and bored shit with surfing Liveleak and Digg.

So I log into Movable Type and write something I’m currently thinking of. No matter how absurd the post is to the sober person, it will always appear as a beautiful work of art to my drunken mind. The post is disastrously honest and vulgar. It feels good. I can write about everything and anything when I’m drunk.

This post is good shit, let me click the save button.

Hmm… let me lie down a while…

The next thing I know, I’m waking up with a bad hangover. I get out of bed and knock over a half finished can of Baron on the floor. I remember I posted something on Orangeous but can’t remember what it is. I crawl to my computer and log into Movable Type.

Holy mother…

I hit the delete button. But the problem is, I don’t wake up that early. The damage is done. You have already read the post and almost choked on your morning coffee. When you refresh the page after lunch, the post is gone. Then you know… I have been drunk blogging.

Yesterday’s drunk post was about my mum visiting Orangeous. Still on a regular basis. I was drinking and talking to her at the same time when she mentioned about something I had recently posted on Orangeous. I can’t remember. She confessed.

I deleted the post because I had labeled her a sneaky-f… for fun and felt that it was very inappropriate.

Anyways, hi mum.

Sneaky.