Bad Acid Trip

Yeah, I got rained on today. No umbrella, no raincoat, no pancho, no newspaper, no chihuaua, and definitely no Lindsay Lohan.

It would've been fun and refreshing had I not been toting my laptop around. Otherwise I would've sang a song and danced around like a fruity-hippie on a bad trip of acid. And if you can imagine me doing that under ANY circumstance, then you're probably on a bad acid trip too.

You know something? Cookie Monster would be cooler if he was actually a monster. I mean, I can't be afraid of something that just eats cookies and not children. Maybe if the cookies were made of children I would have a tad more respect for him.

How come I never see Cookie Monster eat Oreos? It's always sugar cookies or chcolate chip or a cookie in the shape of the letter/number of the day. Has C.M. got a beef with Oreos or something? Maybe some of his frat buddies filled his oreos with shaving cream.

Frat brothers can do some pretty crazy stuff. Trust me, I've been there. Thankfully I was never the recipient of any... oh wait. Never mind. I still haven't gotten back a pair of pants that was "soiled" in a pretty dubious manner while I was wasted. But I've let those pants go. RIP Cargo Pants.

~Nate-O

PS: Yeah, I dunno what this entry was about either.