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Because complaining about stuff shouldn't be limited to the elderly
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Sunday, February 12, 2006
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Horseracing: the only scenario in American where you can talk about beautiful three-year olds; the best way to mount them; and not end in a courtroom next to Michael Jackson.
I have to apologize to my reader (no S) for last night's iRANT--let that be proof that one should never drink and blog. If anything, I suppose I got lucky that writing one crappy iRANT instead doing other stupidly intoxicated acts that plague the internet (like sending emails to ex-girlfriends or IM girls I like and closing the window before they reply). Anywhos, I promise something far more intelligent the next time...just not today.
How did I end up in such a belligerent state, you ask? Well, some friends and I thought it would be really fun to mix tequila and "South Park" DVDs for outlandish results.
The real outcome? I fell asleep on my own floor to a kitchen soiled with dirty glasses, half-used limes, and a misplaced cell phone that I coulda sworn I used yesterday. It was all in good fun, though. That's perhaps the best (or worst) part of getting drunk at home: you never wake up with a stranger beside you in bed. That and the booze is cheaper.
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