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Monday, July 25th, 2005
12:53 pm	PLEASE READ AND REPOST PLEAAAAAASE hey everyone - please read this and consider making a donation to either parties so that these two brave comrades may recoup some legal expenses. i personally witnessed parts of sunday night's raid and the emotional toll it has taken on everyone involved. at the very least, please repost this ASAP or forward it via e-mail. - suzanne - - - - - By now, you have probably heard that two of our friends have been arrested and imprisoned in New Jersey. Activists Janice Angelillo and Nick Cooney have been held in New Jersey for more than 48 hours under $15,000 and $20,000 bail respectively. They are being charged with an assortment of crimes including trespass, vandalism and conspiracy. In addition, Janice Angelillo's home has been raided by the FBI/JTTF. Our friends need our help! Please make polite but firm calls to the following asking that both Janice and Nick be given vegan food and asking about their general welfare. It is important that these calls are not viewed as threatening or harassing in any way, as Janice and Nick will have bail reduction hearings on Monday. Please call: Larry Glover, Essex County Jail Warden 973-274-7819 Essex County Jail, Main Number 973-274-7500 So far, we have been told that they will have to post the entire bail amounts in cash. Assistance is being accepted by the following: For Janice Angelillo support contact: Ted Nebus 732-485-8520 e-mail: x351912@gmail.com For Nick Cooney support contact: Stephanie 513-477-2963 e-mail: withstolenwings@riseup.net We urge all of you to do whatever you can to help. Janice and Nick are courageous and dedicated activists and are worthy and entitled to the full support of our community. Please take a minute to make a phone call, write a check and cross post this list to your family, friends and other sympathetic listservs. Thank you! (Comment on this)
Sunday, May 1st, 2005
9:12 am	weeeeee. i bought new clothes. i got a cute blazer from old navy, a fender tee shirt from hot topic, and cute pants from american eagle. and new shooooes from work. yay. (Comment on this)
Tuesday, January 25th, 2005
10:35 am	howdy. I AM SELLING THE CONSTITUTION ON E-BAY. http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=6944544290 I AM HILARIOUS. LOVE ME. xo, suzanne (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, January 1st, 2005
3:29 am	new years was a bust. sheesh! it's 3:30 a.m. and i am at sha's while he his passed out on the couch snoring like a sweaty fat kid. <3 we were supposed to go out and whoop it up but i went home to shower and i fell asleep instead. woops! but so did he. so hmpf. christmas came and went. it was very low key, yet still high stress. i failed math but not 'cause i am stupid. 'cause i never went. but i did get two A's in the classes i really liked - history and sociology. math is lame. byebye for now. suzanne (Comment on this)
Sunday, November 14th, 2004
1:52 pm	ahhhh. canadians rule!!!!!!! (Comment on this)
Saturday, November 13th, 2004
7:05 pm	hooooooooooolyshit. soon i will be with the cannuckians. i am so siked. i got new sweaters yesterday. for the new year, i am giving up shopping at any retail store for a year. only thrifting for me. i raaarely wear make up and tonight i have a whole bunch on and i feel really girly and pretty. maybe someone will kissss meeee! my eyes are itchy and i gotta pee. haley, i forgot to call you. i am sorry, i am the worst friend ever. i will call you soon and we'll eat some lunch. <3333 (Comment on this)
Tuesday, October 26th, 2004
12:31 am	my friends from highschool are awesome! dusenvandusen: hola mo dest rg: hieieiei! dusenvandusen: whats up mo dest rg: my feet smell. dusenvandusen: umm ew? mo dest rg: haha dusenvandusen: what are you doing mo dest rg: i just got home fromwork. mo dest rg: and now i am sitting here dusenvandusen: how was that mo dest rg: alright. i guess. blah. i can't wait til the revolution comes 'cause then i won't hafta work. dusenvandusen: don't hold your breath mo dest rg: hahahaha mo dest rg: whatever, infidel. after the revolution, you're on toilet duty. dusenvandusen: you're gonna be in charge after the revolution? mo dest rg: no, but i'll be partially responsible for doleing out duties in our collective. dusenvandusen: maybe you can put a word in for me so i can be a sex slave? mo dest rg: HAHAHA (Comment on this)
Monday, October 25th, 2004
6:17 am	p.s. i feel dead. a year ago i thought i was dead. i guess i am not so much dead as i am alive... but right now i can't tell the difference. and fuck it. i did it again. (Comment on this)
5:51 am	oof. i've given up coffee. saturday was exactly what i needed. sunday, however, was not. saturday evening i arrived at new york penn station to be greeted by a most wonderful person whom i admire immensely. the a train was running on the c line, and there was no c service. what a hassle! we arrived at the alt coffee shop about an hour later, but not until making a pit stop at mayday books, the anarchist bookshop. chatted with some folks, watched roughly 3 minutes of the new RNC documentary. the meeting at the coffe shop went fabulous! i am so excited. watch out, world. i'm going to be famous in a few months. then! news that sir benjamin was having a get-together at his lovely brooklyn flat in clinton hills! chinese food from yummy yummy's (anyone living/visiting in NYC - this is the best, BEST chinese food ever. i had general tso's tofu. holy shit!) and a beer run. i chose ballantine. this was a great/bad choice. it was great because by the time we arrived at benjamin's and started drinking and hanging out and talking about upcoming events, it proved to be a smooth and tasty choice of ale. bad because it was so agreeable with me, i did not get sick, and at four a.m. another beer run was made. black and tan's were the score this time, and my my that was a mistake. somewhere between 5 and 5:30 a.m. i ended up passing out on benjamin's bed, along with benjamin curled up in one corner, sam and i snuggled on the other half. at 6:45 a.m., the sun was rising and a hazy blue grey light filled the room. i awoke to the sound of running water and a deep southern accent... HEY Y'ALL! gonna camp out here tonight? holy shit... my train escort and the rest of the party left me there with sam and benjamin alone! in brooklyn! i had no clue how to get back to manhattan from where i was! we were quickly dressed up for the chilly NYC morning and headed out, the cold crisp damp morning air sobered us up fast. the hangover sunk in. after several train mistakes (who knew the G train only ran in brooklyn and not back to manhattan? not i, said the cat.) we were back in NYC, taking the A uptown to columbus circle. we footed it to fordham U, where my train escort attends law school. sam and i crashed there for about 3 hours. by 11:30 a.m. i was wretched with lack of sleep, dehydration because i am a dumbass who drank too much, and hunger. at least i was in penn station. my train arrived at 12:08, i was home by 2 p.m. mom dragged me out to go sweater shopping. i felt like shit. whilst traipsing through the discount store, i felt like the walls were closing in on me, and i was so far from whatever reality was at that moment. i thought i was going crazy. everything and everyone was a fast blur of noise and sound, muffled by the sounds in my own mind, crashing into each other at warped speed. it was like a train wreck, but in my mind. i've never felt so close to losing it. i whined until we went home. and then i slept. i slept from then, about 4:30, until about an hour ago, 5 a.m. and boy did i need it. the temporary escape from reality was just PMS, because now i am bleeding freely. and did i EVER need those 11.5 hours of sleep. and now i retire from this stupid plastic box. i've got homework to do. i'm wide awake, and it's six a.m. ... who would have thought that would ever happen? this pre-menstrual insanity has to stop. it's rather bothersome. it's scarily schizophrenic. (Comment on this)
Friday, October 22nd, 2004
9:16 pm	Boston Fan Death May Prompt Alcohol Ban that title should read "Boston Fan Death May Prompt Police Ban." i love how the mayor takes no responsiblity for the actions of the police. sanctions are not being discussed, action is not being taken. instead, a young woman, touted as brilliant and loving and wonderful has lost her life because some pig somewhere has a hardon for being authoritative. when WVU beat UVA in football, dumpsters, garbage cans, foliage, fences were set on fire. anything that could be dismantled and tossed into a 40 foot high bonfire was. anything. i saw doors being carried, old couches, etc. good, clean fun. well, until the telephone pole caught fire. we were sprayed with ice cold water. it was about this time 2 years ago. cold water in 40 degree weather is more effective for crowd control than pepper spray bullets. fuck da police. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, October 13th, 2004
8:50 am	i was taken back by her huge brown eyes. she was not at all as i expected her to be. her long braided extentions hung stiffly past her shoulders, in shades of amber and blonde and brown that reminded me of those decorative ears of corn you only see in the autumn months. her features symmetrical, her smile was infectious. i think she was finally glad to be in the company of a semi-familiar female, though we had not previously met, i am pretty sure she had enough of men for the time being. guiding her around new york city was like letting a six year old loose in toys r us. everything was new and exciting and different; her only basis of comparison being a small southern city that boasts a downtown area consisting mainly of one street. the little things that are taken for granted by those of us born and raised and living in the new york metro area amazed her. i thought her head was going to explode. the size of the buildings, the frequency of certain places like mcdonalds, the cultural diversity, the traffic - all things we don't think about because we're desensitized to living in a city area. we know that at any given time of day, anything is possible or available. she was shocked that not everyone spoke english - hearing the men outside the delis conversating rapidly in spanish or hindi or whatever their native language is was new to her. she didn't know how to handle it. "i asked someone this morning on my way to the clinic if they spoke english. they got so offended! i mean, hardly anyone speaks english here. why did they get offended?" i laughed it off because to me it was a silly thing to hear, and i can't explain to her why people get offended at that. although to her it was an innocent question, there is no way for me to express the understanding that people of this area have of the diversity - not everyone is like you. "there's a TV OUTSIDE?! holy shit, man did you see that? right in the middle of the street!" she was refering to one of the many huge screen advertisements in times square that was flashing promotions for the discover channel, while another simultaneously showed a popular t.v. show. "i could live here. yes, i could. i'd have to get used to it, but i could so live here. i want to go shopping... AT MACY'S! i know there's a macy's here. they have nice clothes, i've seen it in the advertisements. i'm going to save up and go shopping there. wow... just wow... does new york have choreography schools? i'm a real good dancer. that's what i want to do." she talked a mile a minute. loudly. i didn't want to say that the choreography schools in NYC do not have pole dancing as a major. she is a stripper. but with her enthusiasm, i do not doubt she is a good dancer. she is shaped like a dancer. curvy, firm, even. "i took a paper this morning, 'cause it says NEW YORK on it. as a souvenir... so i can show people back home that stuff goes on here. i could live here... i bet i'd make good money. i make good money in morgantown, i bet i'd make way more here. i'd have to compete with a lot of beautiful women. i'm not at all beautiful. the apartments here are sooo much money! good lord." i told her that brooklyn and the bronx are cheaper options, although not by much and still very pricey compared to the apartments in morgantown. she said she'd be scared enough to live in manhattan, and would get shot if she lived in brooklyn. i tried to tell her it's not like that, haha. i feel for her. she is a product of a system that oppresses the poor, the have nots, the women, the minorities and the uneducated. she is all of those things. while she might be relatively uneducated, she surprised me often in our conversations. she's pretty worldly for having grown up in a pit of poverty. when talking music, she noted a few things that a lot of people don't realize - that a lot of the music today is directly related to the old slave songs from the time of official slavery that our country perpetuated on african americans. she noted blues, country, hip hop, etc. "i just wanna say to all those god damn hicks that are like 'god damn niggers' that they wouldn't have their fucking country music if it weren't for black people. damn. and did you know that people here don't realize that west virginia is it's own state? they're like 'oh, you're from virginia?' and i'm like 'no, DUH. WEST virginia. it was separated during the civil war 'cause virginia was racist and we weren't.' god people are so stupid." she kept asking if we were still in manhattan while in the cab. this is understandable because people have this assumption that manhattan is one huge royal place, paved in gold, always spectacular, always ritzy. as we crossed though central park from the upper east side on the way to kevin's in the upper west side, i showed her on the map in the cab where we were at. she didn't realize manhattan was an island. she couldn't understand that there were not any "rural" areas of manhattan. - - - - - - her curiosity was so child-like that i forgot that she was a peer. that would usually stop fast when she would bring up that morning's events. "i don't even feel like i had an abortion. i mean, i am just glad that shit is over with. i wanted to see it and get the sonogram picture but i didn't feel like asking because i really just wanted to kill someone when i woke up from the anesthesia. it hurt so bad, that's why i was so upset on the phone. i am fine now, i can walk. i couldn't this morning." she noted that the cabs in morgantown now have meters. "they didn't always! and damn i can't even take half of them. so-and-so is a racist, so he won't pick me up. and dolores won't because i gave her husband a hug once and she flipped out. and so he won't pick me up either 'cause she'll freak." there were points that, knowing what little i did about her background, i wanted to tell her things are going to work out. i tried so hard not to lecture her. i wanted so badly to tell her that she is in control of her own life. that she does not need to strip to get attention. it wouldn't do any good, because she's never been properly socialized in a loving atmosphere. i can't blame her for her actions. at least, not all of them. she does make the choice to drink and use drugs and strip, but she did not choose to be the way she is; she never knew anything else. ever. the whole time i was counting my blessings. i complain alot, but i feel that my complaints now are so empty, so selfish. i complain about having too much shit to do and not enough time, but at least i have a home and a mother who loves me and siblings and friends and people who would never let me slip so far down to where she is. at the very least, i've been close to where she is, but i brought myself back up because i've had a good life for the most part. and i knew being impoverished and in a bad relationship weren't the only ways to live. ... 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Monday, October 11th, 2004
9:22 pm	hmmmm... adrienne darling... what do you think of the following: "In trouble? Call Jane's Little Sister..." i think it's excellent. it's a homage to our foremothers AND it'll spark a lovely network of loving ladies to help each other out. (Comment on this)
Monday, October 4th, 2004
9:12 pm	+ new job + health insurance + more income + internship + brruu-uuce! + brielle! - current job - less income - no health insurance - busy busy busy. - shaun of the dead - people flattering themselves into thinking i'd give them the time of day - - - - - - i am going to be uuber stressed this week. i am more busy than usualy. two interviews, class, two exams coming up, one quiz. blah. but things are looking up slowly. perhaps i should not jinx that. bed time! xox (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, October 2nd, 2004
7:09 pm	i got a job as a social worker, sort of. details to come in the next few weeks. who sweats me? i am sick of working shitty jobs where i am miserable. even as much as i loved the inkwell, i was miserable 80% of the time. i was either being put down 'cause i am a lady or sexually harassed or being shafted. now i am being shafted hours at my job, and then they bitch about being understaffed. hello, assfaces, give me more than 20 hours and you won't have to hire some highschool kid with no work ethic. don't shaft me on my hours and then get upset when i won't come in if someone calls off. i schedule my life according when the schedule is put up. if you don't like that, tough noogies. hmpf. so yes, i might get this fabulous job working with a community group that is not-so-bureaucratic and does outreach work and direct action type stuff. and it's a real group, with real organization, and it's not run by a bunch of crappy pot head anarchists. and it will get me into high honors classes. AND it'll make for a nice resume filler. bite my ass, health food store. bite.my.ass. brielle came down to surprise me and surprised i was. my friends are sneaky. they've been plotting this for weeks. i am so oblivious. like when they threw me a surprise party for my birthday last year and i was SOOO surprised. i had not a clue in the world. in fact, i thought they all forgot my birthday. i can't wait to be done with school, have a real job, my own cozy apartment, a dog, houseplants and be able to burn incense without being bitched at by my parents. i should have never moved home. bite meeeee. ok. (Comment on this)
Thursday, September 30th, 2004
6:55 pm	fuck. i am greasy and i have bad hair. someone cut it. i need a trim 'cause it doesn't even resemble a pixie cut anymore. it's only been like, a month, too. i hate the parking at brookdale because i always end up walking fifteen miles uphill in pouring rain to get to class. and my pants get soaked, and there's nothing worse than wet pants and being cold. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, September 29th, 2004
9:31 am	blah. my period FINALLY came. fuck you. i am cramp-y and i've got a headache. damn. that was the longest PMS i've had ever. except in april when we all went to the march for women's lives. holy shit i was a raging cunt then. good thing brielle and i rode in her car because someone would have gotten killed. so yea. i am 130 lbs. blah. i am getting fucking hefty again. i am not saying that 130 lbs is hefty at all, of course it is not. but i was roughly 150 lbs last winter and since i quit eating meat and stopped being lazy i got down to 127. even my tits shrunk! so i can definitely feel it when i gain 3 lbs. i have not ridden my bike in a long time. almost a month! argh. and it feels really good when i run into people who i haven't seen in six months or so and they gush about how i look so healthy. <333 and this summer for the first time in a long time i was comfortable in a bathing suit. it's so silly to be body conscious but i can't help it sometimes. it's how i was socialized, thank you teen magazine. so yea. i rocked that shizzle all over the place. and i was still curvy and soft and i was comfortable. oh well. i need a new job. i am sick of all the SNAGs that come into work. i stole that term from the lovely jamie arnold. snag = SLEAZY NEW AGE GUY/GIRL. they're so lame and cheesey. i need to stop being lazy with school, too. i am going to classes but i am already behind on work. so today i am going to do catch up. i will make myself do it. i WILL do it. i will i will. dammit. you'd think i could manage three freaking classes but noooo. i kinda hate brookdale. i feel like i am not required to know important things. community college is such a freaking joke. i have to do almost everything on my own. my professors are all retarded. ok. that's all. hmpf. (Comment on this)
Monday, September 27th, 2004
9:05 am	ya bastard! i hate the new livejournal update page format. boo, change it back. dammit. they're always changing shit 'round these parts. hot damn there is a crazy amount of irish music coming to my castle, the brighton bar, very soon, and i think maybe fiona has something to do with it 'cause she's irish and what not. anyway, i am psyched. tomorrow is my first sociology quiz and i am going to own it. today i have work all day and i do NOT want to go... also, karma is a bitch, ain't it? hehehehe... also, speaking of the brighton, creepy men need to stop hitting on me. example from last week i forgot to mention - i am sitting down, minding my own business trying to play an intense game of megatouch which is surprisingly hard while sober. i had never played sober before and the last time i played i was still in west virginia. anyway creepy old man (COM) comes up to me and is all... "are these your cigarettes?" me: "yep." (not looking over, concentrating on my game. seriously. do not approach me in a bar. i am not a biker slut. i do not meet guys in bars. last time that happened i ended up living with the asshole for 8 months and hating myself for it.) com: "can i buy one for a dollar?" me: "no. just take one." i just wanted him to go away. com: "i can't do that, that's not right." he took a ciggie and threw a dollar at me. i gave it to the bartender lady since she had been pouring me water all night. com: "well, that was nice of you. so... you're here with someone from the band, right?" I.HATE.THAT.SHIT. listen fucker, just because i go out alone to see random music at my favorite bar does not mean i am with someone in the band, fuck face. girls, stop dating guys in bands. please. i am sick of being associated with the likes of you. hehe... now i am distracted from my game and losing sorely at checkers to a computer... me: "UM, NO." com: "so... you're here by yourself?" me: "NOPE." com: "so, where's your man at?" at this point he's leaning in awfully close and invading my personal space, which was already small enough due to the influx of old drunks slumped over the bar next to me. i was trapped between them and the wall. fuck. me: "he's... over... there..." and i point to the first person i see, which i was hoping was andrew or sha because they're my buddies and would play along so COM would leave me alone. and it was sha. horray for sha! com: "oh." and then he walked away. now, in retrospect, i shoulda been like "LOOK YOU CREEPY OLD GEEZER, I AM NOT INTERESTED IN YOU. YES, I AM HERE ALONE BUT THAT DOES NOT MEAN I WANT ANYTHING TO DO WITH YOU. IF YOU DON'T BACK THE FUCK UP AND STOP BEING A GOD DAMNED FREAK I AM GOING TO RIP YOUR COCK OFF AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS. FUCK.OFF." but i did not. because i am a nice person and i hate hurting feelings. but i am going to have to get over that real fast because i realize that people, especially old men, can not take hints. or, i could have told him i was happily taken. but that's a cop out even if it's the truth. i need to start resocializing every man i encounter and let him know, one by one, that it is not cool to be a creep. ever. it took me a really, really long time to learn to go by my instincts. if i am in an elevator and a dude comes in and it's just two of us, or me and a few dudes, i step out. i do not care if i hurt feelings in these situations. my safety comes before anyone else's ego. i am not worried about being in an elevator with women because i can be almost certain none of them are fantasizing about ways to violate me. same goes for trains, waiting areas, etc. also, yesterday at work some creepy guy was slumped over the juice bar watching my every move making his smoothie, which i was () that close to spitting in because he was pissing me off and telling me what to do. and then he said something and called me sweetie and i turned off the blender and i was like do NOT call me sweetie. and he's like, aw, it's ok. and i was all, no it's not. and he was like why not? and i was like, look, if i have to explain this shit to you in 2004 why it's not ok to refer to people you don't know by terms of endearment, you shouldn't be living. ok i didn't say that. but i wanted to. i just ignored him and made his drink all watered down. hmpf. fucker. blah. i know issues are so much deeper than telling a man to back up or calm down or whatever, but fuck. that's what i can do in the immediate. and lately i've had such this fire inside me. whatever. time fer work. (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, September 25th, 2004
5:52 pm	la di da. i am feeling awfully social tonight and alas, no plans. right now the comrades are in valley forge fighting off nazis. i am bored. i hate being bored because i maintain that only boring people get bored, so i guess i am one of them right now. my father is conversing with my cat. and she's meowing back. i don't know which part is more disturbing. my dad thinking the cat can understand or the cat thinking she can talk. (Comment on this)
Friday, September 24th, 2004
1:57 am	aIidina: hes cute, but young looking, and hes an asshole obviously if he doesn't see how fucking hot you are and didn't deserve the privilege of your cunt in the first place aIidina: guys are just shit dude. (friend): yeah but they're cute aIidina: yea but so are ferrets but we don't fuck them, do we? i still maintain my position. i am trying to explain to a girl friend of mine why men are SHIT. not all men, but most, in general. and it's not exactly their FAULT. it's how they are socialized; and it's also how we are socialized to interact with them. i used to say i was not a man hater, but sorry, i am. i've experienced too much. i do not have ONE friend, not ONE girl friend who was not been sexually assaulted. and although my definitions might be vague, i'm sticking to them. for example, if you are drunk and someone has sex with you, sorry, that's rape. being drunk is not a green light for someone to violate you. furthermore, the arguement that men get raped too does not fly with me. SORRY. i already know men get raped. woopty fucking doo. it sucks and it's shitty. no one should get raped. but i am not trying to even up the gender gap of rape victims. if i were, i'd stick things up the asses of men violently every 3 minutes. the point is... women are better. duh. =] suzanne (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, September 20th, 2004
8:33 pm	horrayyyy! things are getting better, but my shift keys still do not want to cooperate so i must resort to using alt codes for anything that needs a shift. ugh. bruce is the bestest, we finally got time to do it last night after the longest hiatus ever. and i love him. yep! and i got all sorts of homeopathic stuff lately that seems to be working for my stomach and my anxiety. hot shit. xo. homework. (Comment on this)