I get fucck9ing depresed when I am drunk.
I am so now. I think I trust it more. As if the feelings before were less rtrue or real.
But anyway, what kind of drunk are you?
Unfortunately for my friends one who likes to sing. I sing very badly. Luckily for them I hardly drink at all anymore.
I’m a really happy, convivial drunk. I’m fun to be around when I’m drunk. Which is probably why people try to get me drunk. Which is OK. 
What kind of drunk am I? Probably a pretty cheap one. I go from straight to sick in half a beer.
I’m the funny drunk. The one that always gets up and falls down and laughs for 5 minutes. Then gets back up and shakes everyones hand and makes sure everyone is okay. I’m also the caring drunk.
I’m the philosophical drunk.
Unfortunately for the membership here, I can type when I’m drunk.
Well, most of the time.
Other than that, LindyHopper answered for me.
I’m a happy-party animal drunk. I never puke, and I rarely pass out when I’m around people (at home, that’s a different story). I classify myself as a “functional drunk”, I can work, get stuff done, type, have a normal conversation etc. with a seriously good buzz on. Although, I don’t drive (I walk a lot), and I tend to refrain from heavier physical activity.
On the other hand, I’m like the Incredible Hulk. If you start to seriously pick on me (for any stupid reason) then I get all pissed off and have a tendency to break things rather angrily (instead of people).
Although more comically, I also have been known to wander off in blizzards and walk 2+ miles home on several occasions.
Tripler
My friends have learned to accept my wandering pedestrian ways.
I’m certainly much friendlier when I’m drunk, and far less self-conscious and shy. My voice gets increasingly louder with each drink. I fall or spill things pretty frequently. I probably dance ridiculously. I have been known to get belligerent and arrogant, but that’s pretty rare. Above all, everything becomes ten times more funny.
So I guess that makes me the loud, chatty, giggly, clumsy drunk.
I’m the sit in the corner and watch people drunk. I don’t speak unless spoken too. I don’t get depressed, rather I’m calm and patient.
I could probably watch paint dry and not be bored.
It all depends on who I’m drinking with…
Usually, I’m a talker. Which, of course, is the opposite of my sober persona.
However, with the right (wrong?) element, I become a competitive drunk. At a party thrown by my roomates and myself a couple of years ago, I got into the habit of matching drinks with anyone who wanted in - including the three guys who wanted to go at the same time. Each time any one of them would start to drink, I would raise my bottle and chug along. Unfortunately, they were drinking beer and I was drinking Bourbon (mmm…Jim Beam). Also, I would drink if any one of them were drinking - so I was drinking alot. I’m told I had a rather rough night of it.
I’m an unpredictable drunk. 2/3 of the time, I’m a happy drunk. 1/3 of the time, I’m a depressed drunk. A few times, I’ve been known to go out wandering in the dark in unknown areas while drunk. All the time, I’m a cheap drunk.
This is also the first time I’ve ever posted in a drunk thread while sober that I can recall. 
Why on earth am I still sober right now?
I’m like Tripler except for the Hulk part.
I turn into aquaman.
I’m a loud drunk. I get very chatty, and I laugh a lot. Once, I ate a goodly amount of Nestle Quik powder straight from the can, with a spoon. I thought it was delicious.
There’s a totally different intoxicant that has the identical effect on me.
Or did, back before I officially became a Good Citizen.
I am the type of drunk who runs down 14th Street in New York hitting my buddy with a garbage bag. Who then walks in a bar 5 minutes later covered with garbage, asks the first girl I see how handsome I am and then starts making out with her. So basically, I’m no impulse control guy when I’m drunk.
Usually just when I drink the hard stuff. Beer gets me kinda bloated so it’s tough for me to drink it fast enough to get “drunk”
I’m loud, talkative, and uh…shit, I forgot.
I can type though, thats for damn sure!
Oh yeah, I’m a smartass too, and I tend to offend people by saying things like “What are those bleach spots on your pants? Did you sit in something?” or " WOW! You sure do have alot of make-up on! What are you hiding?".
I tend to make strangers avoid me, and friends laugh histerically.
Cheers!
I’m a thoughtful drunk. By that I do not mean “considerate” (though I have been known to display a certain odd, hyperelaborate courtesy when drunk). I mean that I tend to sit and think, with a sort of monolithic patience. I don’t get depressed, just sort of introspective.
Normally I am a pretty quiet person, but under the influence of that glorious, tasty alcohol I become very talkative, and excertive, but I tend to creep people out who know me while sober, I act that differently. Still, I have an easier time talking to people while drunk, which is the reason I drink.
I’m usually the funny ass drunk. My already poor impulse control goes out the window and I’ll say/do pretty much anything that pops into my mind if I think I can get a laugh out of it. I mostly tend to do things that will amuse me which others often find entertaining as well.
I’ll sometimes become the explorer drunk and want to walk around checking things out, all in the search of more amusement. The first time I got really hammered in my new apartment (two weeks ago actually) after my buddy left I put on my trench coat and black fedora and decided to explore the apartment grounds(with a glass of wine in my hand): walked around the property three or four times, amused myself with the security gate for about fifteen minutes, went and played in the fitness room for a bit. Stuff like that.
Every once and a while I become the philospher drunk, though this usually requires the presence of another philosopher drunk or a gullible-tell-me-more drunk for me to ramble at with my drunken theories.
Only once I have turned into the “hey I can drive better after drinking some” drunk, but fortunately I was so far gone that I couldn’t figure out how to operate the ignition key, gave up and decided to pass out on my friends couch instead.
Once or twice a year karma catches up with me and I become the violently ill drunk. Fortunately this always happens at home, a few hours after the drinking has stopped, so when I vomit in the big humidifier in the hall in the middle of the night I only have myself to answer too the next day.