On the two hour drive up there and back, I did a lot of thinking. I hate it when that happens. But, I did finally figure out a way to make a bunch of money so I can quit working for a living. I can sell one of my kidneys! I bet I could get at least a quarter million out of the deal. That would set me for life. I'm a genius!

Also, I'm warning you now that I'm going to get a new url. It's still going to be at diaryland, because I lub me some diaryland, but I got a new username. I'm sick of honestyonly, it's retarded and I need a new game plan. So stay tuned folks, I'll let you know as soon as I get up and running.

I must add that the picture on this page is HIGHLY disturbing. It may be a cartoon, but it's still friggin' CHILD PORNOGRAPHY! Anyway, been reading some of this kids crap so far, and, it's pretty damn funny.

(I'm debating on whether or not to purchase bedroom furniture for my son's and my bedroom. I've never had a matching bedroom set before. This would have to go on my credit card and the total amount would be somewhere around $1,500. Eeek! Oh and I just bought a new couch and loveseat last month for about $1,800! Eeek! I know, I'm so bad.)

Oh and I looked at the top 100 blogs on blogroll. Can someone say, "Yawn?" No offense, some of them are really good, but damn, not THAT good. Oh well, I couldn't care less really.

Ok, this entry is boring. Crap! Shit! Fuckwad! Asstwat! Cunt! Bitch! Crack Whore!

You can thank Maddox for the sheer genius in that one.

Growing up in the late eighties and early to mid-nineties. (I've highlighted the ones that apply to me, with some commentary of course.)

You know who Leonardo, Michelangelo, Raphael and Donatello are. (Duh.)

You remember the Milli Vanilli scandal. (And still loved them anyway.)

You religiously watched 90210, Melrose Place, Party of Five, and My So-Called Life. (Brandon was HOT!)

You tight-rolled your jeans. (Yes, and I was anal about it too.)

You wore big hoop earrings. (When did this go OUT of style?)

You thought bellbottoms were horrible and couldn't understand why anyone would've ever worn them.

You knew how to do the dances called the MC Hammer, the Roger Rabbit, and the running man. (And I have the home movies to prove it.)

You owned a pair of K-Swiss, Keds, or Air Jordans.

You thought "Ice Ice Baby" was the coolest song ever, and when your parents told you Vanilla Ice would be a shot in the pan, you refused to believe them. (Fond fond memories.)

Your bangs were at least 4 inches high, and you thought it looked good. (And I have the home movies to prove it.)

You tried to sing along to "Informer", no matter how hard it was. (Oh god, that's funny!)

You or your sister owned a banana barrette and a T-clip.

A hairdryer was required to set your hair.

You rolled up the sleeves of your t-shirts, and tucked in the front, letting the back hang out.

You had any "No Fear" or "B.U.M." clothing.

You wore 2 pairs of neon colored socks.

You wore overalls with only one side connected.

You had Exclamation perfume.

You remember when cartoons were actually GOOD, and not scary like the Teletubbies. (Why's everybody always hatin' on the Teletubbies, I LIKE them.)

You loved to slow dance to Power Ballads.

You had a "slap bracelet".

You wore your sweatpants pulled up to your knees. (Don't gangster-wanna-be's still do this?)

You had a black Debbie Gibson hat.

You wanted to be just like Paula Abdul. (I used to record her videos on "Friday Night Videos" and watch them over and over and over.)

You know the words to "The Humpty Dance".

You owned the Spin Doctors tape.

You said, "PSYCH" or "WAY!" (And, "RAD!")

You saw "Wayne's World" at least 2 times at the theater. (We were too poor to go to the movies, but I loved it once I finally got to see it. "Wayne's World, Wayne's World, Party Time, Party Time!" "Camera one, camera two.")

You loved the New Kids on the Block (and Joey was probably your favorite.) (I STILL love them, damn it, why does nobody understand this?)

You wore jeans pulled up to your navel. (And beyond.)

All of your clothes were "baggy". (Yes, and I'm still waiting for this fad to come back, damn it!)

You owned a pair of biker shorts, and possibly ones with a neon strip down the side. (Yes, and I got sent to the Principal's office in the 4th grade for wearing them because they were to "risque.")

You wore "water shoes" into the pool.

You had a boom box, or your stereo was a weird color like pink.

You bought tapes instead of CDs.

You never missed "Fresh Prince" and you know all the words to the theme song.

You or someone you knew wore "Cross-Colors" clothing. (I still have my CC cap, it's totally rad, dude!)

You remember when TLC weren't divas, and they dressed like they were in the circus.

You thought "I'm Too Sexy" was such a cool song.

You "busted a move" while C&C Music Factory was playing.

You remember when Mark Wahlberg was part of Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch. (He was/is so fine.)

You owned a silk shirt, which you tucked into your jeans.

You had jeans in various colors, like green, brown, burgundy, black.

You had a "Button Your Fly" t-shirt.

You had a Ren and Stimpy t-shirt.

You thought long-haired heavy metal bands would never go out of style.

You were addicted to Nintendo.

There was always a "scrunchy" in your pony tail.

You gave the "peace" sign all the time.

You loved Beavis and Butthead. (I, at least, had enough sense back then to hate these mother fuckers.)

If you were a guy, you had an "undercut" and you parted it down the middle.

You owned at least one Hypercolor T shirt. (I used to blow on it to make it change colors when I was bored in class.)