Dear Being Drunk,
I can't decide:
a) if you are a good thing, bring out my true feelings, and allow me to act upon them (which I wouldn't ordinarily do when sober because I'm too neurotic and chickenshit), OR
b) if you just reveal my insecurities, bring out the worst in my personality, and make me act not in my best interests.
Liquid courage...or liquid vulnerability?
It's kind of a Toss Up,
P.S. one thing I DO know is that because of you I smoke about 324246234x more cigarettes than are healthy for me, and spill exactly one gallon of beer on my really cute work purse. Tricksy bitch.