This morning I woke up with a bad case of SMS. Short for ‘Social Media Shame,’ SMS is essentially a feeling one gets the day after overzealously posting words or images to their preferred social network to the point of annoyance for anyone who’s following. We’ve all been there in some degree or other. And while most would just delete their missteps, I have some weird internet integrity that makes me deal with my social faux pas out in the open. I could blame MTV for the misfortune of others, since it was they who decided to surround my apartment building in red carpet for their Video Music Awards. I could blame Vikingfjord Vodka, whose alcohol took to me like tequila takes to normal people. I could blame Apple, since they made the device that enabled me to babble in the captions that accompanied the pictures I took. I could also blame the small number retweets and comments I received that only added jet fuel to this alcoholic fire. But in the end I’ll blame myself. Because honestly, I got drunk and talked shit on the internet and out my window, and really enjoyed it. Hell, even Katy Perry locked eyes and laughed at me. So to those who were following along last night, sorry for being an instagram pest, it probably won’t happen again.
Aug 26, 2013