Go, speed racer, go...

Well it happened today. I officially have a driving record. I got my first speeding ticket. I handled myself really well. My brother was with me and well he kept making me laugh. The cop guy went back to his car and Ryan's all like, "I should tell him to pull over real criminals." And of course, I can't hold in the laughter. Then he's like, "Wonder if he would be offended if you asked him out for donuts." I don't feel like getting cuffed and beaten with a night stick. I'm not that kinky. So, who's gonna donate money to the "Help pay for Zanne's speeding ticket."? I'll love you forever.

So if anyone has any doubt on what my name is. It's Suzanne. I promise. Some call me Suz, others Suzi, and well the most popular as of late...Zanne. But enough of that.

Oh and I officially made it to the top of a shitlist. And well I'm loving it. Who knew life would be so much fun? Wouldn't have it any other way, and hell yes I'd do it all over again.

So I'm tired. And well going off to stir up some more shit. This freak has a freakshow to attend.

Much love to the haters.

Su+Zanne.

Most random post ever.

Suzi Quzi strikes again. If I'm ever in a band, and it's one of those girlie punk bands, that's so gonna be my name. It's okay though, cause it's never gonna happen. I'll just stick with Zanne, until my record deal goes through.

Zanne. So many people ask me how I got that name. I'm not really sure who started it. It just sort of happened. A bunch of people decided they were too damn lazy to say Suzanne. So they just dropped the Su. I really like Zanne though. Really, how many Zanne's can you say that you actually know? Every other Suzanne I know of. Which is all of one. Is way older than I. I could so be a Sarah right now. I'm so thankful for my mother's uniqueness. And for that, someone is always sing that song by Weezer. Entitled none other than...Susanne. Someone needs to tell them they spelled it wrong.

So this miraculous thing happened. And well I have a new IP address, so to all the blacklisters out there....*waves*. Oh the joys of not having to use an IP scrambler where ever I lurk. Like this is interesting to any of you. I find it funny. Not like I was really blacklisted anyway. Does that make sense to anyone? I was banned from some places, but not really? It's rather funny how the internet works. You join one message board, only to have your IP address shared with several other places. I know against the law. It's not how I roll. Some people just can't follow their own guidelines. (And I have to laugh.)

Lorna just called.

Okay. I'm back. Shit. Another phone call.

I'm really back. I swear.

I've re-discovered my love for Snood. Don't ask me how it happened. But all of a sudden, I'm playing it and I'm once again addicted. One game just isn't enough. I can't help myself. Maybe I should join one of those support groups. There has to be one. Somewhere.

Okay. I'm done.

I remember when.

...I remember, I remember when I lost my mind. There was something so pleasant about that Place. Even your emotions have an echo in so much space...

Does anyone remember what happened to them 7 years ago, today? It was a Sunday. The jist of the story. My father had an alcoholic blackout, and my brother and I were missing for several hours. Where were we? Walmart. 14 and 12. With not a dime in my pocket. Hungry, worried, and some might say scared, I walked the store for hours. Wondering when the hell my father would stumble in and embarrass us, yet again. What a day that was. But I'm thankful that I forced him to stop and drop us off. He was so drunk. Drunker than I ever remember him being. I never knew my actions would cause such a ruckus.

My father was later jailed. Endangerment of a child and drunk in public being the reason. I was shipped off for the summer, very willingly. I didn't really want to show my face to the crowds of my gossiping town. And that started the fire that's been burning for the past 7 years.

So each year we celebrate this. It's been kind of this crazy tradition. Rum and coke being our poison. Poetic justice never tasted so sweet.

Oh and after all of this happened on Sunday. I did the whole puberty thing and started that wonderful visit from that fucking Aunt Flo. Fuck her. My life changed completely in the course of 48 hours. Life can be so cruel.

You're crazy and I carry a handgun.

"How do you get blood out of leather?"

Okay Mr. Pyscho I just killed my wife who's been cheating on me for the past year and half because I can't get it up. When I give him the most shocked look possible, he shakes it off like it's nothing and I hear this question like 100 times a day. "What my dog bled on my backseat." So you call your wife a dog? I know she's been cheating on you. But you loved her enough to murder her. I don't think I have the balls to ask random people such a disturbing question. Seriously, ask another one of your crack head friends. I'm sure they'll turn your ass in just to get more of their poison. Awe, what are friends for? Seriously, they should have told you about your bed hopping wife. But then again, you should have pitched a tent. Snap.

People and their stupid questions. Do I look like I've ever needed to get blood out of anything? Okay so there was that one time. Kidding. I would never ask a random person such a question. Of course I'm gonna think you're an axe murderer. Hello I profile. Especially when you ask me about removing blood from something.

Enough of that. It's fucking hot outside. 102 degrees. I hate Texas summers. Especially since we didn't really have a winter. It's only going to get hotter. Fuck me. Royally.

That is all.

*Love One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. The book is way better. Just so you know.*

Stranger things have happened.

So I have limewire now. And it's amazing in every sense of the word. I've been trying to download songs, but come to a blank when I want to actually download something. So does anyone have any suggestions? I'm open to any types of music. I think we should experience every genre at least once in our lives. Anyway. Please leave suggestions.

So June is here? When did this happen? Half the year is almost over. It just seems crazy doesn't it? This time last year, I was doing...hell, what was I doing? I do know that I wouldn't believe all that I've been through this year. But that's what makes life so interesting, the surprise twists and turns. So am I happy? I'm not complaining too much.

I saw Over the Hedge tonight with the family yesterday. I so needed the laughs. I haven't laughed so much in a long time. I'm never calling a hedge, a hedge again. From now on, they're Steve's. And I have a new love for squirrels. (Can you help me find my nuts?)

I felt so bad for the waitress in our theater though. She slipped in front of this couple and their family when she was carrying a tray of drinks and milk shakes. Total accident. I fall all the time. It happens. I can't believe the people complained. Complained! She fell, it's not like she planned it. It was totally embarrassing for her, and they complain afterwards. Give her a break. People will do anything for a free movie. They'll complain out their ass, and then just come back. Fuck you. Seriously. Go Fuck yourself.

Okay for the first time, in along time I've had three days off in a row. You don't even have the slightest clue how lazy I've been. I even when out and had lunch with my grandmother and her old lady friends, and paid. Impressed me some old ladies. I've almost been lost, like I feel like there should be something I should so be doing. But alas, I can be lazy. And I've loved every second of sitting around in pajamas and not taking a shower. I did cave and take one today though, I was getting rather dirty, and I had to leave my dungeon. It was so pay day.

Okay, I need to be lazy again. (We should really go bowling again...for whom that concerns.)