Projectile word vomit.
That's the only way I can describe my stupidity the other night. You ever have one of those moments when you open your mouth and words start flowing out that you have no business uttering? They start flowing out of your food hole and you want to munch on them like Pac-Man on Power Pellets. Words don't hang in the air waiting for you to crunch them. The ghosts of whatever is bad about those words will never turn blue - they'll just hunt and haunt you around the maze of your life eventually biting you in the rear. Game Over.
I do not ever like being out of control of my mouth. I usually don't ever get to that point. About 3 years ago I had a similar incident where I wasn't in control of my faculties, and did something idiotic. I wrote about it here too. Luckily, that incident occurred with a life-long friend who loves me.
I'm sure this isn't as bad as I feel about it. I hope the Universe can find a way to turn those ghosts of the words I said into little blue negatives of themselves - and through some miracle I can munch them like the cherries that bounced by. 100 points - sweet.