Shannon Hoon, RIP

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
connection: DSL

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Travis Pastrana

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Saturday, October 27, 2001

Jim's wack-ass smileys

fluttergirl 11:11 PM CST [link]

Thursday, October 25, 2001

A few months ago I received an email from an old classmate announcing our ten year high school reunion (next year). I can't believe it's already been ten frigging years. Ever since I found out about the reunion old acquaintances have been coming out of the woodwork. My high school crony (and still one of my best friends), Tiffany, is amazing at finding out info about our old pals. She should've been a P.I. instead of an insurance agent.

Talking to old friends is kind of unsettling. Sometimes it feels like you should be able to pick up exactly where you left off with that person, even if you haven't seen them for 10 years. And then there's the people who you just can't reconnect with, no matter how much you talk to them, but they think you should still be one of their best buddies. I've found myself trying to predict which way it will go before I take those little strolls down memory lane with people. For the most part I'm satisfied with sharing a few old stories, finding out how the person is doing, and leaving it at that.

Post h.s. friends have been calling, too. One of my best buds, Allen, called me out of the blue a few months ago. He and I had a big fight in 1996 or '97 and then he moved to Florida. I can't even remember why we weren't speaking to each other. Getting back in touch with him was really nice. He's one of those people I know I'll always be friends with, even if we don't talk for many years.

One old friend, Joe, called many weeks ago after I'd had a couple of martinis. I was drunk, so I don't think the conversation was very coherent on my end. I vaguely recall him mentioning that our friend Tim had become a gaming addict, but that's about it. Damn that devil gin. I'm sure he thinks I'm a raging alcoholic. Ah, well... what can you do?

So back to the reunion. Am I going? Nah. I'm still in contact with everyone I really cared about in high school. Or I at least know how to get in touch with them. Maybe I'll go to the 20 year shindig.

What do you think of the new journal layout? Is it easier to read? Is the text too small? No matter what changes I make ALL the text on my site appears microscopic on Zack's Sparc box. Let me know.

fluttergirl 10:22 AM CST [link]

Monday, October 22, 2001

I'm determined to get these damned stylesheets incorporated into every page on this site. Even if it makes me insane. When I check the site with different browers I get some funky results. It's so frustrating. The site looks fine in IE and Netscape 6. Older versions of Netscape can't read this journal page. I'm going to play around with it some more today. There must be a happy medium, right? This is Zack's fault for pulling my site up on his new Sparc box.

Have I mentioned that I quit my job? The trucking company I worked for lost their insurance and couldn't get anyone to write them a new policy. I guess that's what happens when one of your drivers rolls a brand new cement mixer. Do you have any idea how much a new mixer costs? Try $150,000 and up.

For the moment my occupation is "domestic goddess." I'm so bored. I'm so bored that I can't even keep up with the laundry. And you know that Zack and I go through soooo many clothes every day. I'm looking for another job. It's hard when your only real talents are driving heavy machinery and surfing the internet. I could get a job driving trucks in a heartbeat. But the real money in trucking is in over the road. I'm married, so that's not an option. City work involves bumping docks and loading/unloading stuff. Can you picture me delivering beer to seedy convenience stores in south Dallas? Me either. I'm considering a few options. I may try and get on as a temp driver with FedEx ground. They took over RPS, the company I used to drive for. I wouldn't mind pulling doubles again. I might even give P&D a try. I am so blue collar.

I've written to the Dallas Institute of Funeral Service for information on their study program. I could be a funeral director, I think. Who knows? Maybe I'll give it a go.

If all else fails I could become an armored truck driver. I've already got everything you need to drive an armored truck... except for a lack of self preservation. Dammit! That whole not-wanting-to-get-killed-on-the-job thing always screws me over in the end.

fluttergirl 06:41 AM CST [link]

Friday, October 19, 2001

Ok, we're not moving (yet). It's for the best that we didn't go, but I'm still disappointed. I want to move up north. We'll be in Dallas until the end of the year, anyway. *sigh*

I renewed my domain last night. I shelled out $189 and it's mine until October 29th, 2010. Nine frigging years. I'll be 36 before I have to renew it again. Daaaaaamn.

Zack bought a Sun box Sparc station thingy. He's all over Solaris. Is that a reason for him to not update his website? No.

Now, along with Flash, I'm learning some css stuff. Thanks for the help, Candi. :) I'm working on it.

Tobasco goes with many things, but split pea soup is not one of them. Yeeeeuck.

Speaking of Tobasco:

Jason Behr / Max Evans

Mullets... a terrible concept.

I'm such a television whore as of late. I'll post some of my Roswell Max/Michael slash pictures soon.

fluttergirl 09:19 PM CST [link]

Wednesday, October 17, 2001

fluttergirl 08:50 PM CST [link]

Monday, October 15, 2001

I hope no one is holding their breath for my domain registration to expire. Yes, it will belong to me forever. Yes, I am renewing it this week. Nyah!

The WB33 Dallas news advised people to SNIFF suspicious mail to look for odd odors... but later they rescinded and told people NOT to sniff or blow on their mail. Stupid #$%^&!!! media.

I wish it were full on winter. Dammit.

fluttergirl 09:55 PM CST [link]

Sunday, October 14, 2001

Last night I had a dream that James Marsters (actually he was Spike, but he wasn't a vamp) and I were homeless orphans and living in his car. The floorboard was covered with silver change. I kept thinking "we could use all that money to get a place to live." We ended up moving into an orphanage (for adults?) where the guy in charge hated us and constantly gave us a hard time. Little Orphan Spike? All that was lacking was some musical numbers. I was bummed about the whole arrangement. I wanted to move back into the car. Spike liked it, even though they made us take math and history classes. He wore goggles around his neck the entire time. They didn't mesh with his leather coat at all.

The moral: I am watching WAY too much television. Buffy is on every day but Sunday. Help.

fluttergirl 09:22 PM CST [link]

Friday, October 12, 2001

Jim describes his skanky weekend.

fluttergirl 10:50 PM CST [link]