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  <pubDate>Tue, 28 Nov 2006 01:58:25 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Hiya!</title>
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  <description>I&apos;m susan... 27, live in Seattle, soon to be divorced.  I was in the adult biz before I got married, and a more-or-less straight model while married.  My web site and live journal (both of which are terribly out of date) reflect my modeling days.  Since early this year, I&apos;ve dipped my toe back in the adult biz, mainly doing limited escorting thru an agency I met back when I was doing videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for having me!</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 01 Nov 2005 19:33:15 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Funny.....</title>
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  <description>&lt;table width=&quot;350&quot; align=&quot;center&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#FFDAB9&quot; align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif&quot; style=&quot;color:black; font-size: 14pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Bad Girl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#FFE7D2&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://images.yournewromance.com/areyouagoodgirlorabadgirlquiz/bad-girl.jpg&quot; height=&quot;100&quot; width=&quot;100&quot;&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are 20% Good and 80% Bad&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;re a total bad girl, from your wild hair to tattooed toes.&lt;br /&gt;But you&apos;re too badass to even care if you&apos;re labeled &quot;bad&quot;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://ynr.blogthings.com/areyouagoodgirlorabadgirlquiz/&quot;&gt;Are You a Good Girl or a Bad Girl?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 31 Oct 2005 21:48:36 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>How is your life?</title>
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  <description>&lt;table cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid #333333; margin: 10px;&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; style=&quot;border: none; font: bold 16px sans-serif; background: #ffddbb; color: #000000; padding: 5px; margin: 0px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;This Is My Life, Rated&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 18px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: 1px solid #333333; border-left: none; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;&quot;&gt;Life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 18px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: 1px solid #333333; border-left: none; border-right: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/blupurbar.gif&quot; height=&quot;12&quot; width=&quot;166&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;&quot;&gt; 8.3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;&quot;&gt;Mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/blupurbar.gif&quot; height=&quot;12&quot; width=&quot;166&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;&quot;&gt; 8.3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;&quot;&gt;Body:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/purbar.gif&quot; height=&quot;12&quot; width=&quot;196&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;&quot;&gt; 9.8&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;&quot;&gt;Spirit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/blubar.gif&quot; height=&quot;12&quot; width=&quot;152&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;&quot;&gt; 7.6&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;&quot;&gt;Friends/Family:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/yelbar.gif&quot; height=&quot;12&quot; width=&quot;90&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;&quot;&gt; 4.5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;&quot;&gt;Love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/blupurbar.gif&quot; height=&quot;12&quot; width=&quot;182&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;&quot;&gt; 9.1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;&quot;&gt;Finance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/blupurbar.gif&quot; height=&quot;12&quot; width=&quot;170&quot; style=&quot;border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;&quot;&gt; 8.5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; style=&quot;border: none; border-top: 1px solid #333333; font: bold 14px sans-serif; background: #ffeedd; padding: 5px; margin: 0px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.monkeyquiz.com/life/rate_my_life.html&quot; style=&quot;color: #0000ff;&quot;&gt;Take the Rate My Life Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 25 Oct 2005 23:56:58 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>How to tell if your neighbor is a witch!!!</title>
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  <description>You casually mention the moon&apos;s phase, and she knows the exact number of days, hours, and minutes until the next full moon. &lt;br /&gt;All the stray cats in the neighborhood congregate in her garden. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A black crow has chosen the lamppost outside her house as it&apos;s favorite perch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn&apos;t weed her garden or lawn. In fact, it seems as if she is nurturing the weeds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her clothesline has only black clothes on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Local kids whisper as they pass her house, and run away if they spot movement in the house or yard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody trick-or-treats at her house because her costumes are always scarier than any of the children&apos;s. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are footprints on the roof. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trees near her house look as if they&apos;ve been pruned for a flight-path. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can&apos;t make a sandwich without adding fresh herbs to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tea she offers you is yellow-colored and smells like flowers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She never gets junk mail and when you ask her why, and she confides that she just returns it to sender after writing something on it in strange curly script. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you drop in for a chat, the coffee pot or tea kettle is already starting to perk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jehovah&apos;s Witnesses never knock on her door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She keeps the local candle shop solvent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a pond out back full of frogs and you haven&apos;t seen that obnoxious storm-window salesman in a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is always smiling peacefully to herself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went to a Halloween costume party dressed normally, and won first prize. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her house always smells like incense and herbs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has black cats with strange sounding names. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a bumper-sticker on her car that reads, &quot;I brake for toads&quot;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She frequently gets questioned by the narcotics cops, who confiscate large amounts of dried green leaves and always return them with apologies after laboratory analysis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Christmas, it seems like half the garden is moved into the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On full moon nights, you hear the sounds of chanting and the tinkling of small bells. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You discover that the &quot;realistic plastic&quot; skull she affectionately calls &quot;Christopher&quot; in the living room is real. Didn&apos;t she say her most recent ex-lover&apos;s name was Christopher? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You catch her washing a crystal ball along with the dishes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wears a lot of silver jewelry, even when she is weeding or changing the oil in the car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You knock on the door and she answers it wearing only a black robe. You apologize for interrupting her shower, but you notice her hair isn&apos;t wet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a tendency to hum or chant quietly, especially while outside in the garden. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a tame raven that will eat from her hand in the garden. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She never catches a cold, despite a tendency to walk around barefoot often...even in the snow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She dooesn&apos;t kill spiders...not even the huge hairy ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a lot of female friends that come around once or twice a month. When you ask what they&apos;re up to, she tells you they just have cake and ale and a nice chat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You catch her kissing a toad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She owns a custom made dinner set decorated with bats or a &quot;stars and moons&quot; design. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a mail-order account with a semi-precious gems wholesaler. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest who lives around the corner always crosses himself when driving past her house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She never watches television...but owns shelves full of books with black spines and silver lettering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To your knowledge she has never set foot in the local church. You&apos;ve even heard rumors that she&apos;s been barred from it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ask to borrow a deck of cards for an impromptu evening of pinochle, and there are 78 in the pack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;ve never known her to go to a physician. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you chat, she maintains eye contact the whole time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expectant mothers are always visiting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women become expectant mothers a short time after visiting and leaving with bags full of herbs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ask for suggestions of nice paths to walk in the area, and they all go by strange earth mounds, oak groves, and stone circles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There aren&apos;t any clocks in the house and most of the mirrors are black. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a stone gargoyle near the garden gate and she calls it her &quot;guardian spirit&quot;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tells you she&apos;s coming out of the broom closet, and installs a stained-glass pentagram window in the front door</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 12 Oct 2005 16:05:45 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>30 things....</title>
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  <description>Saw a version of this posted on someone else&apos;s journal.  I&apos;ve seen it before.  It&apos;s absolutely perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 things men need to know about US!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Whatever you do, don&apos;t just show up at our house...we run around in our underwear just like you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. DON&apos;T CHEAT ON US. It may seem foolproof, but girls tell each other everything about everything. Trust me, we WILL find out and you will be sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Beware of every single male relative and all guy friends. Any of them would kick your ass at the drop of a hat to be with us, and a lot of them wouldn&apos;t even wait for the damn hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Never miss an opportunity to tell us we&apos;re beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Don&apos;t refuse to kiss in front of your friends. If they laugh at you, it&apos;s because they&apos;re jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If we slap you hard, you deserved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Don&apos;t be afraid to touch us if you want to. If we&apos;re going out with you in the first place, it&apos;s because we like being in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you don&apos;t sleep with us, do NOT tell your friends that you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.5 If you DO sleep with us, do NOT tell your friends that you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You can be dirty minded in private, really...most of us are not offended by it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Not all of us eat like birds, a lot of us can eat like whales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Most of us don&apos;t mind paying half of everything, but do discuss these things with their friends. Realize that if you make your girlfriend pay half all the time, everyone will know about it and your friends will know you&apos;re a pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.5 Do you honestly need all your money that much? Be a man, pay all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Every girl should eventually get three things from her boyfriend- a stuffed animal, one of his sweatshirts, and a really pretty ring. Even if it&apos;s not a serious relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Make sure we get home safely as often as you can. If you&apos;re dropping us off, walk to the door. If you aren&apos;t dropping us off, call to be sure we&apos;re home safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If a guy is bothering us, it is your right to beat the shit out of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If you&apos;re talking to a female friend of yours, pull your girlfriend closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Never, ever slap us, even if it&apos;s just in a joking way. Even if we swat you first, and say, &quot;Oh, you&apos;re so dumb&quot; or something, never make any gestures back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Go to a chick flick once in a while. We doesn&apos;t care whether you enjoy it or not, it just matters that you went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. You&apos;re dead meat if you can&apos;t get along with our pets, parents, and best friends. Be prince charming to our friends, Mr. Polite to our parents, and make sure to be nice to the animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Don&apos;t flirt with our moms...that&apos;s just freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Don&apos;t be freaked out by PMS. It&apos;s not gross, and it really does make us feel like shit, so be understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. If you don&apos;t like the way we drive, you do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. If you&apos;re officially dating, and you&apos;re introducing us to your friends, you&apos;d better damn well introduce us as your girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Don&apos;t stress where you go for every date. We really only want to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. If we complain that something hurts, rub it for us without being asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Girls are fragile. Even if you&apos;re play fighting/wrestling, be very gentle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Memorize our damn birthdays. You forget my birthday ONCE and you&apos;re basically screwed for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Don&apos;t marinade the cologne, but smell good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Don&apos;t give me something stupid for her birthday or Christmas or Valentine&apos;s day. It doesn&apos;t have to be expensive, but it has to be meaningful. Jewelry is always nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. If you think the relationship isn&apos;t going to last, don&apos;t wait to find out. It will only hurt you more if you draw it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. After you&apos;ve been dating for a while, realize that we really have started to trust you. When you have a girlfriend who truly trusts you, you have a lot more responsibility, privilege and control than you would think. Be careful with it, most guys would kill for that kind of power, and it can be lost in a nanosecond.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 11 Oct 2005 18:42:26 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>BEAUTIFUL outside!!!</title>
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  <description>An absolutely GORGEOUS day, and I&apos;m stuck in an office at w--k and can&apos;t go out.  It&apos;s GREAT.  Reminds me why I wanted to learn to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept like a baby last night.  XXXXX was s-o-o-o-o sweet last night.  He&apos;s been thru a couple of really stressful cases at his office and he was terrifically tense for a while.  He&apos;s relaxing a lot now.  I know it&apos;s what he does, but I hope he learns to cope better.... and I can help him cope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!!!</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 21 Sep 2005 00:05:22 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>not a half bad day!</title>
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  <description>....considering XXXXX is in Portland AGAIN (grrrrr....) on biz and I had to drive myself into w--k today by myself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather was pretty nice here today.  Sunny... mild.... not summer anymore but not Fall yet, ya know?  Still waiting patiently for the beginning of ski season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of having to drive MYSELF into w--k this morning.... Went to the gym first.... keeping my weight down is increasingly a problem.  XXXXX and I are holding off kids for a couple of years -- til we&apos;re &quot;ready&quot; financially and emotionally, but I&apos;m really afraid of blowing up like a balloon when I get preggars...... OUCH!  It took me FOREVER to lose the tonnage I had in H.S.  I DON&apos;T want to go thru that again.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curse you, Ben &amp; Jerry!!!!</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 15 Sep 2005 20:37:00 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>bored......</title>
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  <description>Nuffin going on today.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Tiffany from Delphi forums is preggars!!!  I&apos;m happy for her, and a little jealous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather here in Seattle is starting to turn sucky -- right on time for Fall.  Time to get out the ski gear and wait.... and wait.... and wait.... and wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modeling agencies are truly dumb s--ts, I&apos;m convinced.  I got an e-mail from an agency THIS WEEK asking me if I wanted to do a Hurricane Katrina charity gig ON SATURDAY!!!!  I&apos;d love to, but I wish they&apos;d given me like more than 5 days notice, ya know???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that&apos;s it for today.  Mebbie again tomorrow.  Heck, mebbie again today...... dunno.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 01 Sep 2005 18:00:51 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>sigh.... is it September already?</title>
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  <description>I&apos;m trying to imagine a more boring Labor Day, but somehow it just won&apos;t come to me.  &apos;cept for lunch Sunday at the in-laws, NOTHING planned.  Nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, that&apos;s not all bad.  We get to do some much needed work in the yard, cleaning up a summer&apos;s worth of weeds and such, and me proving to myself that I don&apos;t have a totally brown thumb.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 30 Aug 2005 21:15:22 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>absoutely the very first entry</title>
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  <description>I&apos;ve been avoiding doing a journal like the PLAGUE.... everyone&apos;s doing one, and I dont&apos; know if I want to go back a year from now and re-read whatever random thoughts were on my mind.  Anyway, her&apos;s mine.  I&apos;ll see what happens with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James is home all this week.  YEAH!!!!  He goes back to Portland on biz next week for a day or two, but at least I&apos;ve got him here all week THIS week.  We&apos;re going to try to have a quiet Labor Day.  Go over to his parents house on Mercer Island for dinner one day.  Mebbie go hiking.  Play in the yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m turning down more and more modeling gigs.  I&apos;m getting a LOT of hits on my little geocities account and on the onemodelplace.com site.  I turn down about 90% of them, only doing a few that are fun.  I&apos;m VERY tempted to return to it full-time.  Dunno...... I&apos;ll think about it.</description>
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