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  <title>Lost and finally found ...</title>
  <subtitle>Suzanne</subtitle>
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    <name>Suzanne</name>
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  <updated>2008-06-04T21:16:48Z</updated>
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    <title>I'm back ... ?</title>
    <published>2008-06-04T21:16:48Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-04T21:16:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I've been on hiatus. But I am back&amp;nbsp;now. I don't really feel like talking about what has been going on. I was in the hospital for a week and have a bill of $5000 to pay for. I am currently staying with my parents in Gainesville, Florida. I want to go back to Orlando and work so I can be able to afford all of these payments. Its horrible. I hate being bi-polar. I'm lucky to have such a wonderful manager. I can't drive right now due to medication and seeing how it will affect me. My dad has a golf cart and I've been riding around on that and it's fun.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>It's my birthday...</title>
    <published>2008-05-12T04:48:11Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-12T04:48:11Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#993366" size="3"&gt;YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end. Sleep time. :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:suzbsbkurtz:115916</id>
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    <title>hey</title>
    <published>2008-05-10T04:41:14Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-10T04:41:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">quick update. I'm back. I had so bs I was going through but now like is better - THANKFULLY. Yay. I am going to start going to school soon and do some volunteer work now that my car is paid off. whoo-hoo~!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later gators.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; :)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:suzbsbkurtz:115509</id>
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    <title>Reality Check</title>
    <published>2008-04-21T20:52:58Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-21T20:52:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today was&amp;nbsp;my day to relax, after dealing with losing someone I grew up with it made me think about a lot of things - EVERYTHING.&amp;nbsp;I worked literally all day thinking about what I should write about and here's what&amp;nbsp;I came up with:&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life isn't about the things you want, it's about the things you need -&amp;nbsp;the things that matter most. The only things that I NEED in my life are friends, family,&amp;nbsp;food, water, shelter - and above all else, love. I&amp;nbsp;could live without everything else.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having had grown up with someone and lose someone my own age on 4/14/08. A&amp;nbsp;week ago today. It made me think and realize how I'm&amp;nbsp;living my life, how precious life really is, and you never know how much time you have left (unless your psychic).&amp;nbsp;Life is worth the risks you take. If you don't risk things how will you ever know what could have been?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL MY LIFE I've put everyoone I know before myself. For once, I'm going to put myself first. I have so many goals and things I want to accomplish and I'm so determined to&amp;nbsp;do them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past 7 YEARS of my life I have been clammed up and I just now realized why. It takes things like this to make you think about your life&amp;nbsp;a little more than you already do. IT SUCKS when reality hits you and bites you really hard in the ass, but I'm glad I got my reality check.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be 22 on May 12th. I can start to make my life right for once. Be who i was before - before everything. Before boys, relationships and the complication that it brought me. When I was carefree and careless, but careful at the same time. I've gotten older, a little bit wiser, but I've always been me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think I have too big of a heart. I'm done feeling bad for others and putting them first. I NEED to put ME first for once. I have 7 years to catch up on. I guess being a country girl and raised right I always put friends and family first. But RIGHT NOW I need to fix my life and get my priorities straight.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I would write about everything that has happened, but I think I summarized how it definitely changed my life and made me realize reality**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took tomorrow off, because I need a day when I get back to Orlando tonight to just RELAX. I don't need or even want to work tomorrow. I just want to sit back and relax and NOT STRESS out - just breathe.</content>
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    <title>QUICK UPDATE:</title>
    <published>2008-04-19T03:17:57Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-19T10:11:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I just wanted to make a quick update, i don't really have the time or the energy to type today. But I did come to Gainesville on Wednesday night to be with my best friend. Her brother's funeral was today. He was my age, 21. And I wish I could say more right now - because his suicide was more than just an ordinary suicide. I read his note and I hate the mother of his child, that is all I will say for now. It is way too much drama and way too much stress for me to even start to begin to express right now. I head back home on Monday, i may write then. It's a lot to write. i thought my life was dramatic - i no longer think that. too much shit went down within the time I have been here and I can't believe most of it. I am a mixture of emotions right now, but none of them are positive. I haven't really slept since he died on Monday - I think thus far I've had a total of 12 hours of sleep and I am not eating as much as I should be and if I do eat - it's barely anything at all. I will explain everything later. Richard if you happen to stumble upon this I am sorry I couldn't talk. I just couldn't. I hope you are able to understand that - I wasn't trying to be rude or anything. There is just so much BULL SHIT that is happening right now and all I can do is be there for my best friend. I contributed so much for her and I will continue to do so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not commenting on your journals. I will when I have the time. Right now all I care about is my best friend in her time of need.</content>
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    <title>i've always wondered ...</title>
    <published>2008-04-16T21:11:17Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-16T21:11:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font color="#006633"&gt;&lt;b&gt;As you all know (if you've been reading my journal) my best friend just lost her brother. I feel so bad for her and I more than likely will be leaving tonight even if i have to work tomorrow. My friend means more to me than my job. I wanted to leave the day she told me, but all I can do is be there. In 2 hours I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about all this - the upcoming funeral, seeing my friend in devastation before her birthday on Sunday, wanting to be there right now ... thinking about everyone I have and if that happened to be the last time i ever saw them, would i be happy with that? I think I let my best friends brother on good terms. I saw him last month, he seemed fine to me. I can't believe he is no longer here with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking about so much lately revolving all of this. But one thing I have been curious to know is about death. When you die, do you want to be buried or cremated? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would want to be cremated. The way I see it, is funerals are so expensive. I would hate to deprive my family of all that money when they could use it elsewhere. I think about being buried in the ground in a casket, but what happens when you're dead ... you decay. You become bones. I'd rather be cremated, because I don't need my family to bury me just to have my bones in the ground. My spirit and soul would already be gone and that is what matters to me anyway.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>goodbye myspace</title>
    <published>2008-04-16T02:30:02Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-16T02:59:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="3"&gt;so i am on hiatus from myspace for a month. I started this on April 4th. Being away from it, I have realized I don't need it. I more than likely will be deleting my myspace account when I come back. I may keep it just to stay in touch with friends, but that is all. I am going to move to my &lt;a href="http://www.myyearbook.com/join.php?ref=3358876"&gt;yearbook.com&lt;/a&gt;. It's so much better than myspace. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, just letting you know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am also battling my boyfriend, lol. so &lt;a href="http://www.myyearbook.com/battles/?battleid=6166421"&gt;vote for me&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>Treat people the same.</title>
    <published>2008-04-15T21:02:50Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-15T21:02:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;I am still feeling good after having my massage yesterday. So my attitude that is normally present isn't as bad as it could be. It's a tolerable mood I am in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I worked. After work, I went to BJ's, which is like Sam's Club. My goal was to spend $100 and I spent $100.09. Nice! I got some food, drinks, and house-cleaning products. While I was there filling the cart up, people kept looking at me. I was in my work attire and I guess they figure I don't make enough to be there or something. I felt like I was being judged. That or they think I'm one of those spoiled little rich kids that spend their parents money. Fuck that, I'm not one of those people. I make my own money, I save my own money. I pay for things I need and not things I want. I work hard to spend the money I did today. I just hate when people judge you before they get to know you. I look young, I am young - but I make my money and have every right to spend my money as the other shoppers who act like they are rich, sophisticated, stuck-up, judgmental people. I hate people like that. Don't give me a dirty look, unless you actually fucking know me. The world makes me sick. No one is better than anyone, rich or poor - treat people the same. Is that so hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update on my friend:&amp;nbsp; I called her today and she is still in tears due to the suicide of her brother. They are having a funeral and arrangements are being made as I type this. I wish I could be there for her. I feel so bad I am not there right now. I will be there Friday.&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>It was a great day ...</title>
    <published>2008-04-14T20:20:01Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-14T23:00:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;I never write two entries in one day, but today was a must. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was great, it was going so good. I rarely have good days to and well, it was bound to end up bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing the masseuse for the first time ever, after cleaning my car out - my best friend called me. She was in tears. I asked her what was wrong. She told me her brother hung himself. I couldn't believe it! I know her brother, not well, but I know him he's one of my friends. He isn't the suicidal type - at all. I was shocked! He is 21, like myself, a father to a 2 year-old little girl and I just can't believe he is no longer here with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up with this kid. I used to spend the night at my best friend's house all the time when we were little. As we all grew up, he distanced himself - we never really hung out. He got involved with drugs. His suicide note stated:&amp;nbsp; that he couldn't stop the drugs and that's why he did it. I just wish we would have known something was going on. I saw him literally a month ago, he seemed fine to me. I can't believe he's gone. He was so young. I know some people on drugs and that they will choose drugs over anything and anyone - if they are in that deep. I just can't believe he took his life because he couldn't stop doing drugs. His poor little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was talking to my friend on the phone, I had no clue what to say. I mean what do you say to someone who has just lost their own flesh and blood? I just said I was so sorry and that I was shocked. I happen to be coming back home (Gainesville) where she lives this Friday. Her birthday (my best friend's) is on Sunday. What a horrible birthday gift for her, losing her brother. I can't believe this. I just can only be there for her during this time. I feel so bad, i wish i could be there right now.&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>hello, wonderful world.</title>
    <published>2008-04-14T17:14:20Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-14T17:14:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am in a &lt;u&gt;great mood&lt;/u&gt;, a wonderful mood - a &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#3366ff"&gt;&lt;i&gt;calm, relaxing, everything is fine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; - mood :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today for the first time in my life I went to a masseuse. If you have never been, GO!! You have no idea what you are missing out on. It puts you at peace and serenity. And boy did I need that! I have been so stressed out, this pass month alone, that I needed to relax. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend gives me massages every now and then, but his are no comparison to a masseuse. I told him he needs to go to a masseuse so he can see what they do and try to use that on me. But as of right now, he is banned from giving me any massages until he sees a masseuse himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the masseuse, I've been cleaning the hell out of the interior of my car. The exterior I could care less about because it's pollen season in Florida and if you get a car wash, you are doomed within an hour. No use in washing it. lol. I say that like I wash it, I don't. The rain does.&amp;nbsp; But i got a cat hair pick-up roller and have been cleaning every nook and cranny that I can get to in my car. I hadn't cleaned in a while and it was time to do so, so hopefully now that it's clean, I won't mess it up. I may buy car covers just in case. I am writing this here so I don't forget it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been on a major cleaning-streak lately, but it's a good thing, I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I see the chiropractor. Fun fun! And after that I can start working out. Yay :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>you make me wanna la la</title>
    <published>2008-04-12T15:00:37Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-12T15:04:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am going to Gainesville in a few days. I'm excited. For once, I'll be there without Richard. We really need some space. I need to take a breather without being stressed every minute, so that will be good for me. My friend is turning 23 and we are celebrating her birthday. I also am bringing a tape (a vhs tape) that has our documentary on it from when we were 15-17 it's about 6 hours long, so that should be a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tons to do once I get to Gainesville, and hope I can fit it all in while I am there. Thursday, I am leaving, but I am stopping by my friend's house first, so I won't officially be in Gainesville until Friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to see the chiropractor on Friday. (This Monday I see a masseuse for the first time, i'm kinda excited about that). Finally, my back will be back in place - or should I say my hips and back will be back in place. I am going to ask him what i can do to avoid getting them out of place again. Because I am sick of wasting money just to have it go right back into the wrong position. It's not the chiropractor's fault, it's mine for waiting so long (7 years) to see one. Oh well, when you're 12 you don't really think things through, and then you get older and you can't afford everything. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, while I am there I also planning on seeing a friend that I used to work with, she is amazing, I rarely see her though. Imagine a Satanist and a Pagan being friends - we were. Now she's no-longer a Satanist and she has turned into a Christian - good for her. I have nothing against any religion, you are who you are and religion doesn't define you at all - it's a part of who you are, but it doesn't make you, you. Everyone has different beliefs. okay, rambling ... back to her. She sent me a text the other day telling me she had something to tell me and she would call later. For 8 hours I was freaking out, thinking, what could it be? Of all the things I thought, I didn't think tell me she was leaving this Summer for a guy she has only been dating a few weeks. She is going to move to Washington (the state) that's 50 states over, a different time zone, and cold weather. Completely different from Florida. But she says she's in love and I can't stop her from following her heart. I can only let her make her own decisions and hope she's made the right one and if she hasn't, I'm here no matter what. Even though I think dating a guy for a few weeks and then deciding to move with him to a different state is kinda bizarre, but whatever. It's her life and I wish her nothing but the best. So I'm seeing her while I am in town as well, so much to talk about and catch up on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than all that, I plan on spending time with friends and family - to party for my friend's birthday, and to let my dad have my car for a while. I am trading vehicles with my dad so he can fix a fuel problem I've been having for nearly a year now, that just continues to get worse. It's more than likely the fuel pump. I am also going to have him work on some minor problems, a/c is out (I live in Florida - need a/c), Richard got my car hit by another car, no dents or anything, but it's scraped on the bumper so i am going to have that touched up, and my hydraulics need to be replaced (he already has those) and an oil change, that's most of it. I don't know when I'm getting my car back because I don't know when I'll be able to come back home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE MY PARENTS CAN VISIT ME FOR ONCE AND BRING MY CAR WITH THEM, IN CAPS ON PURPOSE. My parents have visited me once in my apartment, I've had the apartment for a year and a half now. I haven't seen the whole family together here in my apartment since I first got it. I've been back home, since I've been living here, at least 12 times. I try to go once a month, if I can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm done writing. I was cleaning my car out today, that was fun. Not done yet, i just need to vacuum it. Off to do more stuff.</content>
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    <title>Orlando, Florida</title>
    <published>2008-04-10T20:14:44Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-10T20:14:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I tend to giggle when the prize won on a tv show is a TRIP TO FLORIDA, or a TRIP TO ORLANDO. Florida, isn't that great. I've lived here my whole life. I have been living in Orlando here for 2 years now. Orlando sucks as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing to do in Orlando .... unless you have money. Theme parks are expensive, as little as $50 a person ... which is a lot when you consider food+parking+etc. Living here you know it's a tourist town and if you do plan on going to a theme park, I suggest the going during the week, it's less-crowded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since living here for 2 years, I have only been to:&amp;nbsp; Disney's Animal Kingdom, Cypress Gardens, Universal's Halloween Horror Nights, Wet~n~Wild ... and that's it.&amp;nbsp; No, Disney World, no Universal Studios, no Universal's Island of Adventures ... nope none of that. 4 places within two years, and I live here. I could go anytime I wanted too, but it's so damn expensive that I can only afford it once in a blue moon. It sucks!</content>
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    <title>my back-issue</title>
    <published>2008-04-09T01:08:20Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-09T01:08:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#993366"&gt;When I was 12 I injured my back. Here's the story of how that happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family and I would go hunting with our dogs back in the day. So we had a dog box in the back of my dad's truck. I always rode on top of the dog box while dad drove through the woods. One day when we were stopped. I was sitting on the dog box and my friend started tugging at my legs and pulling on me trying to pull me off the truck. Well, he pulled a little too hard and actually did get me off the truck. I fell from 4 feet high, full force into the ground. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 years later, I saw a chiropractor for the first time. He told me my hips were misaligned and I had a slight curvature to my back. Fun! So I got that fixed. But ever since then and several visits to the chiropractor I always seem to get my hips out of place all over again. I guess it's because they were so used to being in the wrong position, that putting them back in the right position seems weird to the muscles that learned to lean a different way for so long. Anyhow, I also learned I was supposed to be 5'7, I'm 5'3. Anyhow, when I saw the chiropractor he told me that if it keeps getting misaligned I might have to have knee surgery because eventually back pain can lead to the knees and so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guess what, my knee is starting to hurt. Throbbing pain! It sucks, so bad! I really do not want to have to get knee surgery. But my back can't seem to stay in place once it's put back together, so I don't know what I can do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I keep my hips and back in alignment without getting them misaligned again??? ugh!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>whatever.</title>
    <published>2008-04-07T18:21:35Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-09T10:26:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I might be back on lj, I might not. Who cares? I don't. I do this for my own benefit. So now, currently I am using my livejournal, to vent and rant about anything I choose to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So of course, I choose to vent and rant about the one who knows how to press every single button I have and not stop pressing them until I explode into a ticking time bomb. I am currently, an explosion waiting to go off. Currently, I am pissed off/upset/mad/angry/frustrated and most of all stressed beyond belief! But I have been stressed for quite a while now, so that is nothing new. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My "boyfriend" (he deserves quotation marks), makes a whole lot more money than I do. He gets paid weekly. I get paid bi-weekly. He just told me he's oh-so poor. Him being poor, is b.s. To him poor means he has a grand in the bank. Oh, no! I have less than a grand in the bank. I just paid my car off and he asks me if I want to buy the groceries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me first, explain this whole scenario. I just paid my car off. Literally, a week ago. Just paid rent as well. I don't get paid again until the 15th of this month. I have 112mpg in my tank. I don't plan on filling it up until the day I leave to go back home (Gainesville) to visit on the 17th. The only thing I plan on spending my money on is gas. I told him this, about 3 times now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, when he calls and tells me this crap. I explode. "are you fucking kidding me?" One, he gets paid, weekly. Two, we have enough damn food in the house, eat it all, then we can go and get some food. I can't even believe he had the nerve to ask me that question. He never thinks before he speaks. If I am not spending money until my tank is on E, well then, I'm not spending money on anything else either. ugh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may be an overreaction, but nah ... he should listen to me, but he doesn't. So he gets bitched at instead. I'm blunt, brutal and honest - I can't help who I am and I wouldn't change myself for a minute.</content>
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    <title>oh no, i may be back ... not!</title>
    <published>2008-04-06T18:11:14Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-09T10:26:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My boyfriend and I have been going through a difficult time these past, 6 months or so. We fight, we argue, we bicker, we disagree, we stress each other out - daily. I've broken up with him and he has done the same to me. So now we are attempting to save our relationship and this is the last chance. Those of you who have myspace me as a friend, know about the blog, and I appreciate all the advice you gave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in order to save our relationship, we have both agreed we will stop doing things we are addicted to. I am addicted to myspace. He is addicted to video gaming. We started this on Friday, April 4th. Today is Sunday, the 6th. I work in 2 hours. He has the day off. But he is already complaining. He is laying in bed right now sleeping, because he has no idea what to do other than video games. He doesn't realize there are other things in the world. I asked him to get up and do something and his response "there's nothing to do, what can you do when you can't play video games?" um ... okay, plenty of things. Go outside, play a sport, watch tv, read a book/magazine, do a crossword, or a word-search, or do something you've been putting off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that has pissed me off since we started this is that he realizes things he's "forgotten" to do. For example, he got a new car in February, the 12th to be exact. His old car is at his parents house, his dad said he had a month to get it out of there. It's been well over a month. He was suppose to sell it online, but never really checked on it, because he was too pre-occupied by the gaming life. I'm not against video games/or gamers ... but he thinks he plays game as a hobby, it's not - it's an addiction. Back to his old car, he has one week now to sell it, otherwise it will be going to my dad's shop, which I really do not want. My dad lives 2 hours away and I don't need him holding onto a car, my boyfriend was supposed to have already sold by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am doing fine without myspace. The only reason I joined myspace was because of him. It's how we talked, before we got together. Myspace is just a website - there are other websites and other things to do in the world besides being on the internet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off-topic, we went to Toys-R-Us today, haven't been there in ages. But you know those cars the little kids ride around in, they have radios in them now! Radios! What the hell! Kids have the life now-a-days. Cell phones, I-pods ... what happened to the good 'ol days of having pay phones and carrying around a boom box??</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>reminder to self ... you did good.</title>
    <published>2008-03-31T18:15:05Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-31T18:15:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I believe I am one of the very few people that can actually say this:&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I am 21 years old.&lt;br /&gt;I have never owned a credit card.&lt;br /&gt;I've been independent for almost 4 years now.&lt;br /&gt;I just paid my car off,&lt;br /&gt;and I have no debt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had to make this post to remind myself for once I am proud of myself!&amp;nbsp;</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>happy happy joy joy</title>
    <published>2008-03-27T22:08:35Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-27T22:10:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've met many people in my life. Some of these people I've learned to call my best friends. These people I can go to for anything and know they will always be there at the drop of a hat, no matter what. They are the only people I can actually trust in this world. Trust is so hard to give now-a-days too. But I've learned you're true friends, will always be there for you - through everything, even when you are at your worse. I have very few people I consider my best friends. Very few people that I can tell everything to and not withhold a single thought. One of these people I met online. One of my best friends I met on livejournal. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://tsukiakariokami.livejournal.com/profile"&gt;&lt;img width="17" height="17" src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" alt="[info]" style="border: 0pt none ; vertical-align: bottom; padding-right: 1px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tsukiakariokami.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;tsukiakariokami&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She always knows what to say to make my day a little better when it's not going so well. She always makes me laugh about anything really, we can just sit and laugh and have nothing really to laugh about, but it's funny :) She is the sister I never had, my twin if I had one, and the other half of my brain! I never thought I'd meet such a wonderful person and someone I could call my best friend from the internet, but I did, and I love her to death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Unknown LJ tag]&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:suzbsbkurtz:112096</id>
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    <title>P.D.A.</title>
    <published>2008-03-24T19:54:53Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-09T10:27:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Okay, I'm not one to usually complain. LOL. Hehe. :) Yes I am! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I will try not to be so mean in this one, apparently I'm known for my temper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;P.D.A. - Public Display of Affection, ehh ... okay I don't know where to begin on this one other than I hate it. And I know I'm going to get this "you're just jealous" remark from the ones who think this is directed towards them. This isn't directed towards anyone, it's my opinion on the matter, deal with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;So to those who think that I'm jealous of you for P.D.A. you need seriously need a life and stop being so damn conceited. No one is jealous of you, get a damn room! No one wants to see you full-blown making out, gripping each other tighting like you're about to fuck like rabbits. No one wants to see that! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;The only P.D.A. that I feel if acceptable is a hug, a kiss, and hand holding. That again, is my opinion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;The way I see this whole P.D.A. matter is if you wouldn't do it in front of your parents, why do it in public? Have some respect people! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Sorry for ranting. I just had to get that out. Now you can voice your opinion on the matter if you chose to. :)&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <title>STRIKE!!!</title>
    <published>2008-03-20T20:57:46Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-20T20:58:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;NO POSTS STARTING THURSDAY 5 PM (California etc... starts at 5 today!)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one day, &lt;b&gt;Friday, March 21&lt;/b&gt;, make no posts. Make no comments. Let there be NO new content added to LJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUP obviously NEEDS TO realize that Basic users have given something of value to them, that it is content that drives the site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for one &lt;b&gt;24-hour period&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.timeanddate.com/worldclock/fixedtime.html?year=2008&amp;amp;month=3&amp;amp;day=21&amp;amp;hour=0&amp;amp;min=0&amp;amp;sec=0"&gt;from midnight GMT to midnight GMT&lt;/a&gt;, let's see how many people we can get to pledge to contribute &lt;b&gt;NO CONTENT&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will create a permanent downward spike in the daily-posts statistics, a permanent reminder of the power of the userbase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full information at &lt;a href="http://beckyzoole.livejournal.com/394548.html"&gt;The Fox's Den&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SPREAD THE WORD!&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:suzbsbkurtz:111487</id>
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    <title>Wedding Band ....</title>
    <published>2008-03-20T01:19:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-20T01:19:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I know in the past when I brought up anything relating to marriage I got a pretty good response, so here I go again. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I have always been curious as to why some men wear their wedding bands and others don't. I understand why mechanics do it. I just don't get why other men do it. I am not saying all men don't wear their wedding bands. Some do, some don't. I just don't understand why some men don't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I mean if you love someone, you should show it. I know a ring is just a ring ... but a wedding band is a little bit different. It shows commitment. It shows that you want to be with someone for the rest of your life, even if the divorce rate is high. In my mind if you aren't wearing a wedding band, you shouldn't be married in the first place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;But then again, to me ... marriage is just a piece of paper you can rip up. Technically, it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I've already stated in the past that I'm not getting married any time soon and when I do I am not taking anyone's last name. I'll put a dash right next to mine. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Anyhow, give me your feedback about this wedding band issue. Only if you want to.&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <title>My best friend is married!</title>
    <published>2008-03-17T19:00:59Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-17T19:05:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My best friend got married on Saturday. She is only 21 and I still can't believe she is married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy St. Patrick's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/suzbsbkurtz/pic/0003e77z/"&gt;&lt;img width="267" height="200" border="5" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/suzbsbkurtz/pic/0003e77z/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend and her father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/suzbsbkurtz/pic/0003f3g7/"&gt;&lt;img width="267" height="200" border="5" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/suzbsbkurtz/pic/0003f3g7/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband and Wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/suzbsbkurtz/pic/0003gz6r/"&gt;&lt;img width="154" height="200" border="5" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/suzbsbkurtz/pic/0003gz6r/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My niece Paris, the flower girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/suzbsbkurtz/pic/0003h6p2/"&gt;&lt;img width="300" height="225" border="5" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/suzbsbkurtz/pic/0003h6p2/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;father/daughter dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/suzbsbkurtz/pic/0003pbsa/"&gt;&lt;img width="300" height="225" border="5" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/suzbsbkurtz/pic/0003ktft/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband and wife first dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/suzbsbkurtz/pic/0003pbsa/"&gt;&lt;img width="118" height="200" border="5" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/suzbsbkurtz/pic/0003pbsa/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard and me.</content>
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    <title>Get this lady out of office.</title>
    <published>2008-03-10T23:13:05Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-09T10:28:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br&gt;I don't care about freedom of speech.&lt;br /&gt;This lady took it too far. &lt;br /&gt;If you believe in equal rights &lt;br /&gt;or have friends that are gay. &lt;br /&gt;Please watch this video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link to get her out of office:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.victoryfund.org/files/listening.html"&gt;http://www.victoryfund.org/files/listening.html&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>Today was shit-tastic.</title>
    <published>2008-03-10T20:32:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-09T10:29:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I woke up this morning after an excellent night of sleep. I haven't slept so good in a while. I get dressed and ready for work. It's freezing outside so my car has to warm up. Then I head to work. I was opening with my General Manager (GM). Well, he wasn't there when I arrived. I figured he was just running late. Produce arrived shortly after me. Luckily I have a key to get in and a security code to turn the alarm off. I signed for the produce and started on my daily routine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 minutes pass and I call my GM. He doesn't answer his phone so I leave a message. 15 more minutes pass and I get kinda worried and frustrated so I start calling other managers to come in. Finally, I got someone to arrive an hour later. I set up most of the store by the time the assistant manager arrived. Then finished everything I was supposed to do in the morning before the store actually opens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 11, when we open my GM arrives. I was extremely mad at him. But he did come back from a wedding the night before and was still drunk, not hungover, drunk, when he came in today. He didn't get home until 5 in the morning so I understood. So I told the assistant manager to stay and help me out a bit so I didn't have to deal with more B.S. My GM was kinda out of it all day. That made me more frustrated. But all and all, I got through the day, just stressed out through the whole thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I have 3 days to work, and the following 4 off. My best friend is getting married on Saturday! I am so happy for her and I get to see my parents for the first time this year. So ... this upcoming weekend is kinda a vacation for me I guess you could say.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>I'm sorry</title>
    <published>2008-03-07T12:38:39Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-09T10:30:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;I'm sorry I am not who you expected me to be. I'm sorry I never said the words you wanted me to say. I am sorry for speaking my mind and having an opinion. I'm sorry for not being perfect. I'm sorry for not caring how you feel about the way I am. I'm sorry I never changed for you. I'm sorry my opinion never changed on the way I feel about things. I'm sorry I have an attitude and know how to use it when it's appropriate. I'm sorry for being bipolar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry you don't understand me. I'm sorry I live my life the way I choose to. I'm sorry you judged me before you got to know me. I'm sorry I'm a bitch. I'm sorry you don't know everything about me. I'm sorry I never expressed myself to you. I'm sorry that I don't think I'm the center of the universe. I'm sorry that I can't be who you want me to be. I'm sorry you think I'll change because of something you said. I'm sorry for expressing myself. I'm sorry that I'm not as open as you want me to be. I'm sorry that I have mixed emotions and I change my mind a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I have no patience or tolerance for ignorance. I'm sorry I have severe road rage, but people don't know how to drive. I'm sorry that the world feeds of negativity and there's nothing I can do about it. I'm sorry I'm independent and don't depend on others to make it through the next day. I'm sorry society is taking over our natural habitats and mother nature. I'm sorry I have a bad temper. I'm sorry I exaggerate everything. I'm sorry I get overwhelmed by certain things. I'm sorry I don't understand everything. I'm sorry I'm a part of your life and you don't even know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell you the truth, I'm not sorry. I am who I am whether you like me or not.&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>if you have nothing to say .... don't say anything.</title>
    <published>2008-03-03T16:19:25Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-09T10:31:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm one who gets annoyed easily. My temper flares at the drop of a hat. One thing could go wrong and my whole day would be ruined. But ... did it have to be today? lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it when you post a blog or ask an opinion from someone (not LJ, myspace) they have to make a smart ass remark? Seriously, I posted a blog the other day and a got two responses, from men nonetheless that said "if you have nothing to say." I got kinda pissed. I think if you have nothing to say, don't post a damn comment saying you have nothing to say. It's a waste of space, time, and pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all I wanted to get out for now :)</content>
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