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About me:
name: suzie
age: 30
height: 5'9"
weight: 130
hair: red
eyes: brown
status: happily married
kids: two dogs
location: Texas
religion: Pagan
jobby-job: truck driver
fetish: Converse

tv: Smallville, SX
drink: gin, merlot
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Friday, March 29, 2002

zoe & the fuzz.

fluttergirl 08:42 PM CST [link] [7 comments]

Ugh. It's in the low 80's. I hate the heat. We're leaving within the hour for Austin. Where it's even hotter. Stupid Texas.

If my site disappears over the weekend, do not fear. I've been trying since last week to get lame-ass Network Solutions to change my nameserver thingiemabobs over to Drak.

awww yeah - that's the stuff.

fluttergirl 12:29 PM CST [link] [8 comments]

Thursday, March 28, 2002

Haha - a new splash page, featuring Ashton Kutcher. I was inspired by last week's SNL. Woo!

In case you've never noticed, Ashton is also featured on my 404 page. Take notice, damn you!

Review of the Jimmy Fallon show to come later this evening. My pictures didn't come out, stupid #$%& digital camera. However, another girl in the front row took pictures, so all is not lost.

You love me... you really, really love me. love me.

fluttergirl 03:37 PM CST [link] [5 comments]

Tuesday, March 26, 2002

Yay! Tonight is the Jimmy Fallon show. I'm going to try and bring my camera along, but since we're in the front row it may be harder to snap pictures if it's not allowed.

(Haha - I just called and cameras ARE allowed. Look for Jimmy pictures later this evening.)

Tomorrow night Greg the Bunny premieres on Fox. I'll watch anything with Seth Green in it, especially if it has perverse puppets. You damn skippy.

I'm going to be out of town for two to three weeks next month. I'll be on the road, hauling around heavy machinery for The Man. I'll still be checking in fairly regularly, thanks to the web access machines found in so many truck stops. I think I'm leaving around April 7th.

I went by Kinko's yesterday (am I the only person who immediately associates Matt Cameron with Kinko's?) to make *one* photocopy. I haven't been in a Kinko's in years. I brought in an assortment of change, but the self-service machines only take credit cards now. I couldn't believe it. The machine sucked up my card and held it until I was done making my copy. Then it spit it back out at me and the display read "Your card has been charged $.09. Thank you for using Kinko's."

I am easily amused.

fluttergirl 12:09 PM CST [link] [8 comments]

Monday, March 25, 2002

Ah yes, time for another mp3 download. Just a note to everyone - after a post containing a link to a song is archived, I delete the mp3. If it's an mp3 you just can't live without, email me and I'll probably put it back up for you. I am *that* frickin' nice.

Anyhoo, presenting one of my favourite songs:

Babes In Toyland - Sweet '69.mp3 | 3.73 mb

mp3 expiration date: 04.01.02


This is what a quiet Friday night and a couple drinks will get you.

fluttergirl 08:48 AM CST [link] [7 comments]

Sunday, March 24, 2002

Thing I like (in no particular order):

1. When people with faster cars pass me on the highway and get pulled over by the fuzz. That's one less ticket for moi. And we all know it's aaaalllllll about moi.

2. Going to the grocery store and getting all four gallons of green tea. There's only one store I've found that carries it and they only keep four gallons at a time on their shelves. Mine!

3. New people who visit my journal and say hi. Hi! I've found some of the coolest blogs that way. In fact, I have some new links to add tomorrow. :)

4. Turning on Animal Planet to watch Jeff Corwin and seeing Steve Irwin get bit by a snake in the last two minutes of his lame-ass show.

5. Waking up in the middle of the night because Zack is rearranging the blanket over me so I don't get cold.

6. Guacamole.

7. Seeing someone rock out in their car at a stoplight, finding the radio station they're listening to, and joining them in song.

8. Seeing another car with Pagan oriented bumper stickers. I feel an immediate kinship. <3

9. Gin Martini.

10. Watching my dogs dream. They twitch and yip and kick their little feet. I know they can't be chasing bunnies, because they've never seen a bunny. They're probably chasing a renegade jerky strip.

Z and I got a digital camera the other day, but I don't like it. I'm thinking that we're going to trade it in for something a little nicer. Any suggestions? We're going to keep it under $600. Spank you very much.

fluttergirl 08:58 PM CST [link] [11 comments]

Saturday, March 23, 2002

Is this bad karma? I bitch about Creed in a post this afternoon and Creed is hosting SNL tonight. Bastards! But we have Jimmy (woo!) and Ashton Kutcher (double woo!) action during Billy Bob Thornton's opening monologue. Now if we can just see some Angelina Jolie... yeeeum.

fluttergirl 10:45 PM CST [link] [6 comments]


yeah, baby.

fluttergirl 08:51 PM CST [link] [3 comments]

Things that annoy me:

1. People who drive slow in the fast lane (aka - the Suzie lane.) Get the hell out of my lane, you slow bastards!

2. Creed. I don't like their music. I'm tired of changing radio stations every half hour in order to avoid them. And I'm tired of hearing about how hot their singer is. I've seen his fugliness. Blech.

3. Anime. I know some people are into it, but it annoys the hell out of me. I actively shun websites that are anime themed. Sure, I may be missing out on some great content, but I can't enjoy great content when my skin is crawling.

4. Britney Spears. Enough already. I'd like to grab a burger without seeing the grease from my french fries seep through the impression of her face on the paper bag. And I don't care what her P.R. people want the public to believe - that little tramp is not a virgin.

5. Billy Graham. But he annoys everyone, so on to number six...

6. Dawson's Creek. I've never seen an episode of it, but from the commercials I understand that Pacey is a backstabbing pushover, Joey is a whore, and Dawson is an extremely angry person because his best friend is a backstabbing pushover and his girlfriend is a whore. Booooring. I can't believe the WB got rid of Buffy but kept this piece of trash.

7. Steve Irwin. When he finally gets eaten by a pissed off crocodile I'm going to throw a party. However, if Jeff Corwin ever visits Dallas he can raid our fridge and sleep on our couch. I love that guy.

8. Pre-recorded telemarketing calls. I don't want my carpets cleaned and I don't tan. If someone's going to try and sell me something I want them to do it in person so I can tell them to take my number off their list. By the way, if you live in Texas you can now get yourself removed from telemarketer's phone lists: www.texasnocall.com

9. People spamming me while I'm on ICQ or Yahoo. I don't want to look at your webcam, you skanky diseased whore.

10. People who block the aisles in grocery stores. If you don't move after I politely say "excuse me, may I get by?" I'll bump your cart out of my way. Go ahead and glare. You can kiss my ass, lady.

I'm sure to get some hate mail for this. Especially from anime fans. Those little kids are militant about their cartoons. I've had to block a few IP's because of a previous anime-slamming post. Just so you know, even if you fill out the form to mail me from this site, I still get your IP address. Keep that in mind, you little heathens.

:)

fluttergirl 12:09 PM CST [link] [5 comments]

Thursday, March 21, 2002

My mom says I'm cool. Haha, I'm lying.

fluttergirl 10:27 PM CST [link] [3 comments]

New favourite song:

GusGus - Teenage Sensation.mp3 | 4.85 mb

mp3 expiration date: 03.28.02

fluttergirl 05:04 PM CST [link] [2 comments]

Wednesday, March 20, 2002

yum
aaawwwww yeah... that's the stuff.

fluttergirl 09:41 PM CST [link] [6 comments]

blah, blah, goddammit, blah.

fluttergirl 09:19 PM CST [link] [4 comments]

I was going to install Moveable Type today, but it looks like my darling husband is downloading the newest version of Mandrake. Oh well.

fluttergirl 11:37 AM CST [link] [5 comments]

Tuesday, March 19, 2002

It's still raining here. Thunderstorming, actually. We're under a flood watch. It's kinda neat. She said from her second story apartment on the hill.

We have our balcony doors open because we like the sound of the rain and thunder. Earlier a bird flew into the apartment. If I were the superstitious type I would be freaked out that someone was going to die. Luckily I'm not. Zack caught the bird and let it go outside. My hero. :)

Yesterday we went to Don Pablos for lunch. It was our first and last time there. They served us the most godawful food. The rice tasted medicinal. The beans were flavourless. And the chicken enchiladas had a watery sauce, but the actual chicken inside was dry. Screw you, Don Pablo. You're an embarrassment to Mexicans everywhere.

fluttergirl 09:05 PM CST [link] [6 comments]

One week until Jimmy Fallon comes to town! Come to Suz..... no wait... sorry. Beavis & Butthead flashback. Damn me.

fluttergirl 08:42 AM CST [link] [2 comments]

Monday, March 18, 2002

Dammit, I never remember to put up a new tune until I look at Tanya's site. Anyhoo, this week I offer you an "our" song from 1986. Does anyone remember the bmx movie Rad? My brother wanted to be Cru Jones so badly. He lived and breathed that movie. And, since we only had one tv and vcr in the house, everyone else lived and breathed it, too.

This song is from the dance scene where Cru and Christian boogie on their bikes:

Real Life - Send Me An Angel.mp3 | 3.5 mb

mp3 expiration date: 03.25.02

Woo.

It's pissing rain out. I love when it gets really dark in the middle of the day. Everything looks surreal. The trees turn that crazy green colour you only see before the bottom drops out of the sky. I've got a ton of housework to do, but I just want to sit on the balcony and smell the rain.

fluttergirl 09:07 AM CST [link] [12 comments]

Saturday, March 16, 2002

Jim'isms.

fluttergirl 12:21 AM CST [link] [5 comments]

Friday, March 15, 2002

When I was in sixth grade (1985) I just wanted to wear blue glitter eye shadow and Chucks and fake leather pants. Then I moved to Texas. No one in New Braunfels, Texas, was into the 80's punk look. They were all wearing Coke and Pepsi shirts, "jams," and bows in their hair. Dammit. Anyhoo, I wasn't trying to make a point about how lame Texas was. The thing I was getting to was the only positive exposure I had to cheerleaders was my friend Cathy (in South Dakota), who was kind of chunky and not very limber. I have to say that Cathy was cooler than any cheerleader I've *ever* met. Go Hill City Rangers! Ha. Who's living in the past? Waaaay past. But I digress...

Meet two of my cousins - Jeremy and Jeffrey. Both are (obviously) into martial arts. Would you look at them? Dammit - even when I was at my most athletic... my most LIMBER (which was my whole totally screwed up cheerleader take) I was *never* able to kick like this:

Jeremy & Jeffrey

I hate these kids. Ha! I'm so kidding! I LOVE YOU GUYS! And Sydney, who I haven't met yet... I love you, too. And their parents, CeCe and Jamie. James is my youngest uncle (nine years older than me). He became my favourite uncle after he stopped being a jerk and hogging his race car sets, and my uncle Gordon (the utmost in fun before Jamie) became a cop. My mom has five brothers: she's the eldest, followed by George, Donald, Clark, Gordon, and Jamie. Clark passed away from leukemia before I was in kindergarden. He was awesome. No matter how sick he was he always joked around with us. I wish I could have known him as an adult. Jamie (the spoiled one) finally grew up and met CeCe, who is absolutely the *coolest* chica (and aunt) ever. Which made Jamie cool by association. :)

Anyway, I'm just saying that I've never been as limber as my little (who aren't so little anymore) boy cousins. That's all. Dammit. Ok?

Ok, whatever. This will make a lot more sense when I edit it while sober tomorrow. :) Damn you people.

fluttergirl 10:09 PM CST [link] [4 comments]

Thursday, March 14, 2002

Holy Mother of Crap! I have nothing worthy of a post today. Nyah.

fluttergirl 08:06 PM CST [link] [3 comments]

Wednesday, March 13, 2002

I guess I kinda lost control, because in the middle of the play I ran up and lit the evil puppet villain on fire. No, I didn't. Just kidding. I just said that to help illustrate one of the human emotions, which is freaking out. Another emotion is greed, as when you kill someone for money, or something like that. Another emotion is generosity, as when you pay someone double what he paid for his stupid puppet.

fluttergirl 07:09 PM CST [link] [4 comments]

Tuesday, March 12, 2002

They just found Andrea Yates guilty of capital murder. Damn skippy! :)

fluttergirl 05:02 PM CST [link] [4 comments]

There's a man on my balcony. He's ripping off the wood siding. He's loud.

I just noticed that my shirt is misbuttoned. How bad off am I that I can go half a day without realizing something like that?

I hit WinMX again today and downloaded the original unaired Buffy pilot episode. It's so very, very bad. Xander had cute skater hair, but Willow... yegods, it wasn't Alyson Hannigan. It was a banal acting, pleasantly plump brunette. I could barely stand to watch the whole thing.

Have you ever had a day when you were so spacy not even coffee could snap you out of it? .... I see. So it's just me then? .... Crap.

Whatever. I'm going to eat salsa straight out of the bottle and watch television with the volume turned all the way up and try really hard not to shove the loud guy who's tearing stuff up outside off my balcony. Toodles.

fluttergirl 04:31 PM CST [link] [4 comments]

Monday, March 11, 2002

fluttergirl 10:10 PM CST [link] [2 comments]

Ha! I just got the Smallville unaired pilot episode (with a different Martha Kent). Woo! It only took me a couple of hours to download it on WinMX. So a big thanks to my favourite stranger in the world today: juliandawn. I don't know who you are, but you didn't disconnect me halfway through the 258mb download. <3

I burned my hand while trying to remove a pizza from the oven yesterday. Just when I think I'm mastering the kitchen appliances, something like this happens. While I was looking at the burn earlier I remembered Kristin once remarked that the hands are the only body part you can't have plastic surgery on. So, theoretically, you can always tell how old a person is by looking at their hands. I think I was born with old hands. I swear, if you looked at them you'd think I was in my 40's at least. No liver spots, but a couple of freckles are present. My fingers are long and thin. If I had any rhythm at all I could have been a badass piano or guitar player. Or maybe a basketball player. I am spending way too much time on this.

Click on the above image to see my hand actual size. Way, way too much time. *hangs head in shame*

My new favourite quote:

"How old would you be if you didn't know how old you were?" -- Satchel Paige

fluttergirl 11:18 AM CST [link] [17 comments]

Sunday, March 10, 2002

Download it. Love it.

Tom Jones and Mousse T - Sex Bomb.mp3 | 3.51mb

mp3 expiration date: 03.17.02

It was the theme song to Gross Pointe, which, being the WB whore I was, I loved.

I realize that I am way behind in responding to email again. I'll clear most of it up this afternoon over a glass of port.

Lazy Sunday afternoons... ah.

fluttergirl 01:28 PM CST [link] [11 comments]

Saturday, March 9, 2002

You know you're a geek when you're trying to decide what to wear for the day and instead of stepping out on the balcony to see what the weather is like you go to your computer and consult weather.com. Huzzah.

fluttergirl 03:12 PM CST [link] [6 comments]

Friday, March 8, 2002

I think I've finally found a competent hosting company! I used their free service for a couple of years before warez and porn addicts forced them to shut it down, so I know they're know they're good. Best of all, they're a PAGAN company. Yay for Drak.net. Thasssss right. I've already given Your-Site the boot (with a scathing letter) and I'll be making the (hopefully smooth) transition to Drak early next week. Then I'm dumping Hostsave, too. Woo!

Tonight Z and I are going to see Vallejo at my old hangout, Trees. A grand time shall be had by all. Except for Steph, who is too cool to come to Dallas anymore. But never fear, biznatch, I'll be thinking about you as I watch the child-like-thrusting-hips-spectacle on stage tonight.

Miss ya.

fluttergirl 06:58 PM CST [link] [1 comment]

Thursday, March 7, 2002

Another insane Texas person is in the news. Who is more messed up - this nutty bitch or Andrea Yates? I wish I knew.

fluttergirl 09:46 PM CST [link] [4 comments]

Wednesday, March 6, 2002

fluttergirl 02:05 PM CST [link] [8 comments]

My boss is in court again today. What for? No frigging clue. She probably borrowed a bunch of money from someone and refused to pay it back. Not a comforting thought. Nope, not a bit.

I finally found my tape of last week's Buffy. I can't believe Riley came back. They could have done so much more with him. I like Riley. He's got nice shoulders a good heart. Stupid #$&* sixth season. And last night's episode? a-w-f-u-l. AWFUL. I'm so disappointed. The show isn't even camp anymore. It's just depressing. Maybe next week will be better. Buffy in a mental institution has possibilities. Although the writers will probably RUIN it. Joss is working on other projects and Buffy is suffering.

Yes, I'm bitter.

Do I have anything positive to say today? Yes, I do. I have Jimmy Fallon tickets, I have Jimmy Fallonnnnn tickets. Nyah!

"You're retahded."

"You're wicked retahded."

"You're so retahded you should win an Oscah for your groundbreaking performance as a retahded person."

fluttergirl 01:47 PM CST [link] [3 comments]


can you hear me now?
goooooood.

"call me (call me) on the line
call me, call me any, anytime
call me (call me) my love
you can call me any day or night
call me"

The first time I heard "Call Me" was on the Chipmunk's "Chipmunk Punk" album in 1980. I still have it on vinyl. And I still can't make up my mind whether Alvin or Deborah Harry sings it better.

fluttergirl 12:51 AM CST [link] [5 comments]

Tuesday, March 5, 2002

I forgot my Sunday mp3 download. Damn me.

In honor of my Latino husband:

Control Machete - Si Señor.mp3 | 3.64mb (right click: save as)

mp3 expiration date: 03.12.02

This is the song from the "Crazy Legs" Levi's commercial.

Woo, dammit. Woo.

fluttergirl 09:40 PM CST [link] [7 comments]

I'm addicted.

Can you hear me now? Good.

fluttergirl 08:40 PM CST [link] [1 comment]

Monday, March 4, 2002

I'm exhausted. I got my Jimmy Fallon tickets this morning. Front row, right orchestra or something. The kid who sold them to me said they were excellent seats. Woo! Plus he gave me a poster. College kids are nice. Zack matted it this evening and hung it on the wall for me:

Then I went by my favourite vintage store, which is closed on Mondays, and found out that they're going out of business. :( Dammit! Oh well.

I stopped at the mall in Arlington to blow a Wet Seal $50 gift card I got at Xmas, but I ended up buying things at Victoria's Secret, Charlotte Russe, Hot Topic, and Mervyn's, as well.

The sales girl in V.S. was good. I told her what kind of bra I wanted, she took a quick look at my frame, and said "You're a 34C. Here ya go." That woman has a *good* eye. The store out of 34Cs, so I headed back to the mall closest to me in Dallas, North Park, to pick up my undies.

We have two hoity-toity malls in Dallas. The Galleria and North Park.

I parked in my "usual" spot outside Lord & Taylor. (I go there maybe three times a year.) Of -course- Victoria's Secret ended up being at the other frickin' end of the mall. Not that I'm opposed to the walk. It's just that rich people annoy me. On a side note, if I ever win the lottery I'm going to be so disgustingly nouveau riche people will gag off the stink of raw cash coming from my pocket book. Anyhoo... I got my undies and headed back to my car. I stopped in Lord & Taylor to look at some of the obscenely expensive crap they carry. Standing at a rack near me was an older woman (60ish) looking at some old-woman-type clothes. I noticed her because she was dressed really hip, in an retro kinda way. I remember thinking "When I get older I hope I'm as chic as her." Then she farted. Loudly. I was actually shocked. I froze while staring at her. She looked up at me, kind of arched her eyebrow while squinting her eyes (like she was daring me to say anything) and then went back to looking at the clothes. Damn. I had to leave because I couldn't stop myself from laughing hysterically. I was dying to be able to fart back at her, but I'm not a very flatulent person. Oh, to be able to fart on demand.

I hope I'm as chic and ballsy and have such a "don't give a goddamn" attitude as her when I get older.

At Hot Topic I got some neat boots. They make me really tall. Yay.

Zack made stuffed salmon for dinner. We're about to have cake. He loves me. :) I'm so lucky.

fluttergirl 09:46 PM CST [link] [4 comments]

Stupid #$%& aging process. At exaxtly 11:59 pm I will be 28. Two years until 30. Ack. Oh well, at least I can take comfort in the fact that JIM will always be older than me. MuaHaHahAha!

It was nice waking up to a bunch of birthday greetings in my mailbox this morning. :) Thanks, y'all.

Zack got me two *gorgeous* Miro prints! They're hanging in our living room. He is (as Dena would say) the ruliest! I love you, sweetheart. <3<3<3

VANESSA!! I'm so sorry. :( I took the weekend off from the site. I'll email you my phone numbers and if you don't hate me too much maybe we can do it next weekend? Ha, not DO it. You're my ex and all, but I'm married now. ;)

I added a link to Vanessa's journal on the right. She's my little emo ex-girlfriend. WHEN IN THE HELL DID YOU DYE YOUR HAIR BLONDE??

I'm alright.

I'm leaving in a half hour to buy my Jimmy Fallon tickets. Woo! And maybe if I can hang around until 10 or so my favourite vintage store will be open. You damn skippy.

Happppppy birthdaaaaaaaaaay toooooo meeeeeeeeeee!

fluttergirl 08:01 AM CST [link] [6 comments]

Friday, March 1, 2002

Have you ever lied to a stranger about yourself? Sometimes when I fly alone I tell the person next to me that I work for a big record label or I'm a lottery winner or a foot model. None of these are even remotely true, but it's fun to see what kind of reaction I can get. I've also been a mortician, a psychiatrist, a nun, a stripper, a private detective, an FBI agent, a talent scout, and a video game programmer. "You like The Sims? Check out the credits. My name is Sarah Bosley." Ha. What's ironic is that people will easily believe that I'm a programmer or a talent scout, but they're skeptical when I tell them I'm a truck driver. Those wacky strangers. :)

fluttergirl 11:02 AM CST [link] [5 comments]

My other boss, Larry, threw a hissy-fit in the airport yesterday morning. Every time we fly as a group, we're ALL subjected to "random" searches. For the last two days we've been traveling as a group of ten. It makes the staff in charge of the searches absolutely frantic. I guess only about three people usually get searched per flight. I keep telling the other drivers that we fit the "profile:"

- We travel as a group.
- We buy one way tickets.
- We don't check any luggage.

So I guess some truck drivers have a lot in common with suicide bombers. Except for the death wishes and religious fanaticism, of course. Hey, I don't care if they search me. I'm so used to it that I have my sneakers pulled off before I even get in line with my boarding pass. They can search me until it's time to take off. I don't care. I know that my bloody mary mix and pretzels will be waiting for me on board. Wait, I take that back. When we fly Southwest it bothers me a little. I like to have a window seat and Southwest seating is "first come, first serve." Eh, oh well.

The couple sitting in front of me yesterday told me that on their last flight Terry Bradshaw was subjected to a random search. Everyone on board that flight got a kick of out if. The computer picks who gets searched, so celebrities aren't exempt. I'd like to see them search a bitch like Mariah Carey or Courtney Love. :)

On a flight to Georgia last month (I think it was last month) I was subject to a random search of my carry on items. I had forgotten that I had a pair of surgical tweezers in my cosmetics bag. The search staff didn't notice them. Neither did the x-ray people. I didn't tell them they were there, because I didn't want to lose them. The points of the tweezers are so sharp, I've drawn blood on myself while reaching for them. Sometimes, when I'm dropping off a truck in the middle of the night on a deserted lot, I'll carry them in my hand for protection. I couldn't believe they missed my surgical tweezers. I've always remembered to leave them at home when I'm going to be flying since then.


What's ironic is that "Pakistan" is etched into the side.

I can't believe I'm going to be 28 on Monday. Dammit.

fluttergirl 09:20 AM CST [link] [6 comments]