I was seriously thinking about keeping this to myself...Follow

So let me off first by saying that since my desk broke about a month back my computer just sits on the floor so sometimes I lay next to the keyboard. So anyway last night I had a dream about a couple key posters and sometimes when I have my lights on I get a little out of sorts when I wake up, or I sleep walk etc. So last night I kept a reply chat open on accident and I happened to type out a complete post in my sleep. I don't know if I was sleep walking completely or I woke up right after the dream and wrote because honestly all I can remember is the dream.

So without further explanation here are the ramblings of someone addicted to the internet in the middle of the night...

i just saw the new guy lol he was over in the house next door by the stand. i need to go find him so i can get it back for you guysany idea if he still has the box i as goin to try and keep it but im bahving a hard time finding it

Now and then I get drunk and post obnoxious, and often insensible Shit on this website. Sometimes, I wake up the next day and feel a little embarassed by those posts. then I read something like this and it completely justifies any drunken ramblings I may on occasion visit apon this social interwebs.

I forgot to say what I exactly remember in the dream...

I think it was Nixnot, Usagichan, and some other male poster moved in across the street, and I snuck in at night at got super admin privileges on Velma, after that they thought they knew who got everyone and it was a little kid down the street, I knew it was me but I told everyone it was him so we started chasing after him.

That's about all I remeber

I understand this, because I blackout a lot.

Every time I get really drunk at home and spend an evening posting, I send probably 25-50 PMs. I make dozens of posts, usually really racist or homophobic stuff, and I don't remember them even after I read them the next day.

Used to be I'd just write myself abusive notes, but at least only I'd see them while I shivered, hungover.

One time, I woke up and all the keys on my keyboard were rearranged. I'd left myself a note beside it, saying something like, "Haha fUcker, have fun!"

I've hidden my glasses and contacts from myself before, too, and found them in some bizarre spot with a note to myself attached.

Sometimes, I think the drunk me doesn't like the sober me very much.

BT is beyond counseling. Isolation is the only reasonable measure.

Unfortunately he has internet access.

I haven't done the drunken PM thing. Though I have drunk-emailed and text messaged. It's often entertaining to those who receive them. Luckily, I'm just deranged enough that they never know if I was serious or not, so they just give me the benifit of the doubt.

That's the hell of it. You suspect it, but you have to investigate whether you actually talked to her or not. Then you risk more contact, which at that point you really don't want.

sleep typing, thats a new one to me o-o lol

I've only ever sleep walked once when i was younger. and that was to throw up in my closet. lol

HB/LJ, some things are better left kept to yourself. This wasn't one of those times though




Bet you weren't expecting that from me were you?

I have a really good friend at work named Brad. He's 15 years older than me, and married with 4 kids, plus he lives way the hell out in the suburbs somewhere so we pretty much never socialize outside of work. We just get along really well, and often eat lunch together or just hang out and kibbitz.

One night about two years ago, it was around 1 in the morning and I was out with some friends enjoying some fine adult beverages, when I got the sudden urge to talk to my friend... So I call him up. Of course, it's the middle of the night so his voicemail picks up. The next morning, Bad got up and, like always, checked his voicemail while in the shower.

His wife was a little surprised to hear me on the recording, with a party going on in the background, practically shouting "No! No! I want to talk to Brad! Brad, you should have come here tonight! Brad! I miss you!"

I once murdered forty people in my sleep. That was really odd.

I only kill people. You're a wierdo.