I say inappropriate things when I'm drunk all the time.

I don't know where it comes from. I just don't have that filter most people have. You know that one... where you casually think about things before you say them? Yeah, I don't have that. While I'd like to say that as I've gotten older, I've become better at filtering things... I'd be flat out lying if I did, because, as of lately, it's gotten worse.

I got in a yelling match with a homeless guy on the corner as I was sitting in a taxi waiting at a red light coming from downtown Minneapolis. I don't remember much of what was said, or how it started, but a lot of swear words word exchanged. My British friend Adam was embarrassed, and the taxi driver thought it was hilarious.

If you're a frequent Anniemosity.com visitor, you've probably heard the story where I got in a fight with a homeless man in a wheelchair on Superior St. Anne tells the story as if I started it, but he was swearing at someone, and Anne and I were the only other people on Superior since everyone else was at the Trampled by Turtles show at Luce.

The following night at a party, I allowed a group of guys to use the word "cunt." They couldn't believe that they met a girl who would allow such a thing. As we sat on the balcony chain smoking, we called everyone who walked into the party "cunts." We sat for good hour smoking cigarettes, trying to think of a word that was worse then "cunt." We couldn't think of one. We then proceeded to walk through the party calling everyone we saw a cunt.

The last time I was in Duluth, I managed to make an ass of myself in front of a whole lot of people; a whole lot of people that shouldn't hear such words. As Anne and I were parting ways with Joel in front of Red Lobster, where people were coming and going and hanging out, I managed to yell out very clearly "I'M YOUR BITCH!" All of the families! All of the children! Those poor poor parents.

Over the Halloween weekend, my friends and I stumbled our way back to my apartment and decided to take the scenic route through Dinkytown. We ran into your typical-looking college guy who wanted to guess what we all were. He gets to me and goes, "You're the Tin Man!" Of course, I was horribly offended (because I was, in fact, a robot). When it was our turn to guess what he was, I quickly blurted out, "You're a piece of shit in a North Face jacket!"

Someday I'll learn to filter, but until then, I'll keep blogging about it.


today's guest blogger, samantha, enjoys curse words of various kinds at various volumes. to read more obscenity-riddled stories that are guaranteed to make you fucking smile, visit her blog.