Friday, June 25, 2004

It's the Hulk-ster!

Diaryland sucks big bumping booty ass. I've been trying to add an entry there all night with no luck. It's some sort of mind warp to make us pay for a Gold membership in order to not be plagued with the screen "All servers are busy."
Well I'll show them. I'll just....just....just....not add an entry I guess.
I have come to the realization tonight that I don't do anything constructive during my time off of work except browse diaries, write entries, and watch Law and Order. I don't do anything at all. Once in awhile I'll clean the bathroom or kitchen, go grocery shopping, or read a book, but that's IT. I really wish I could find myself a hobby. Or make myself start working out. Yet I do neither. I'm boring.
Tonight Dusty's mom took Dusty and I out to eat at the new Timbercreek steakhouse. I had a BBQ chicken with rice pilaf and raspberry iced tea (that was un-sweetened, mind you). It was pretty good. I especially liked the little stuffed animals in the shop near the door, particularily the turtle whose shell comes off like a shirt. I want one!
My excitement for the night was my welcome home greeting to Paul as he came back from seeing Leah. Dusty found Hulk Hogan figurine. I rigged Hulk onto our front door and made a little quote saying "Welcome Home, Hulkamaniac!" I must have laughed for a good 10 minutes. No wonder people think I'm insane.

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