Holy Shit!, I talk to much!

I talk a lot. I love to have conversations with everyone! I love talking to people I don't know, and people I've known for years. I love talking about myself and I love finding out about others.

but...

Then I start drinking...

I will talk for long periods of time about nothing. Random stories, anecdotes, similarities to movies, favorite songs, and god forbid you ask me about the inner workings of a band or playing the drums or past relationships, I will not shut up! I have to remind myself constantly that I want to know about the other person, then try to figure out how to tie together like 40 minutes of rambling. The word tangent isn't even close to describing the hours of off-the-wall shit I will talk about.

also...

I think I'm funny...

I think I'm hilarious. Most people can't finish their first sentence of the night without me inserting a punchline. My voice is actually horse from talking non-stop all night and laughing loudly at my own jokes. I won't even mention the swearing, or the topics that would make even my best friends feel bad for whoever decided to sit at my table. I leave thinking I just "killed" at the Apollo Theatre, but wake the next morning with a feeling that my sense of humor threw up all over someone's conversation, and my talking trampled there points and stories to bits.

but...

At least, I always have a blast.