Lather, rinse, repeat.

I think I've moved more times than I've washed my clothes since I moved to Boston. I wish I was kidding. This better not become a routine. It is expensive and tiring and I really don't have time for it.

This is my new room so far:


It is so big!

I've still got stuff to bring over and I am waiting for my dresser and desk to be delivered. The next thing I need to buy is a tv with a dvd player so I can set up Netflix again and go back to never leaving my room because I'm busy watching one too many romantic comedies.

Things in my life keep changing. New apartments, new people, new jobs. New lots of things. Same old Susan. Although old and familiar is much more appealing I am trying so hard to invite new things into my life.

Question: I collect postcards (feel free to send me some) and I need a cool way to display them in my bedroom. Any ideas?

Why did I wake up at 6:30?

Yesterday's weather got me totally amped on the approaching summer. I think 55 might be the perfect temperature. I didn't even need a jacket.

I'm definitely looking forward to this summer, cause me and Kenny are gonna go to Costa Rica- the relaxing beachy area of Costa Rica. Definitely not the hiking, getting dirty and staying in hostels part. I'm gonna lay in the sand with drinks in hand wearing something that looks like this:


while Kenny runs around the beaches with virgin daiquiris trying to pick up babes in something that looks like this:


and then we are gonna ride jet skis into a waterfall.

I am already looking for a big black floppy hat to wear.

Although I am looking forward to this summer I doubt anything will beat last summer. I'll miss going to Birmingham every weekend and seeing dollar movies and having snobiz and finding random places to swim and swimming in lakes in my undies with naked boys and staying up way too late with Ana, talking about dumb boys who make us sad and cute boys who we want to kiss.

Also. Eagle's Deli in Cleveland Circle. Delicious. It sucks that I will be living so close to there because I can already feel myself gaining weight.

I'm really dead this time.....

Okay this isn't a funny story. My life is boring and nothing happens so I doubt I'll ever have funny stories to tell like I used to.

So check it, I found the best apartment. Its big and beautiful and clean.. its in Washington Square in Brookline. It is super convenient to both of my jobs and best of all it doesn't have stupid fucking sinks that look like this:


This sink is useless. Completely impractical. I love when night time rolls around and I need to wash my face and I have two options: freezing cold water or scalding hot water because THERE IS A FAUCET FOR EACH. I try combining the water in my hands but it is a wasted effort and I'd probably just go wash my face in the kitchen if the sink wasn't always full of gross dishes.

Also, check this cute little penguin cupcake out:



I am going to eat it.

P.S. I got a haircut and I look so fly.

Oops, I almost did it again....

Okay whatever. I got offered the job on a temporary basis. They said I left a very nice impression but they are worried about my readiness because the position has more responsibilities than I am used to. I'll give it a shot because I have no other options.

and if my roommates didn't hate me before I guess they do now. I'm on the hunt for a new place because I apparently make them miserable and I don't want to do that. It is weird that Sara is the one who is afraid of making me mad since I've never even been remotely upset with her but oh well. I am not going to stay in an apartment where I have to stress about bills and people being clean/responsible and I stress them out by being very up-front and insensitive with the problems I have here. It's whatever I guess. It sucks though because I think Sara and I work really well as friends.

It sucks that this is turning out like a livejournal. I won't post again until something funny/interesting happens so I can tell a story about it.

No, I am not where I belong..

I walk to the bus stop every day and every day I see this little lady and it makes me laugh.


She's got the right idea. I'd love to be in a bikini with a drink in hand.. not the same cheap beer she has but whatever. Anyways. I walked past her on my way home from work last night and she had been beheaded. :(

I don't think I got the job. I called to follow up on Thursday and had to leave a message because apparently the lady I needed to speak to is not going to be in the office much until Tuesday. Either way I have a strong feeling I didn't get it so whatever. That's fine. It just gives me a better reason not to stay here.

It's weird though because people here love me, strangers that is. For the second time last night while I was working at Pier 1 I had someone ask me for a business card because we were chatting for a bit and at first she just wanted to hire me as babysitter and then asked about my work history and told me she liked me and I had too much personality to be working retail and that next time she is in the store I better have a printed card with at least my contact info for her. It made me want to run across the street to Kinko's. Even my manager, Howida, notices how much people like me. Strangers get to see the best side of me because I don't know them, and since I don't know them I don't hate them. My bitterness has nothing to do with them so they don't see it. They get nothing but my sweet, funny, chatty and charming side. 3/4ths of you have no idea, but I'm incredibly charming.

I'm giving it a little bit more time before I call it quits.

Someone buy me a spaceheater.

Well, here is proof that not-so-passive/aggressive notes (placed above the thermostat indicating that I will turn into a massive bitch if the heating bill gets high) do not work.


No, your eyes aren't deceiving you. This is a crystal clear image of the most recent gas bill- captured with my camera phone (it's an LG in case you want to rush out and buy it based entirely on the quality of this picture.) $689. This past month was $322 alone. Fuck. My. Life. Luckily, I've only lived for two months so none of that back balance has anything to do with me but I can't wait till it doesn't get paid and I can't cook or take a shower or sleep because its 10 degrees in here because our gas has been turned off. Awesome.

Sweet little Sara is ignoring the failure that was my note and has left her own on Jess's bedroom door.


My roomates call me Sue. I'm not sure why and at first it was kind of weird to me but I think I like it. I've never once introduced myself to anyone as Sue and aside from my last blog URL of suecat6969420, I've never referred to myself as Sue but whatever. I kind of like it now and I label my water bottle at work with Sue.

Anyways, Jess asked me if I wanted to go on a double date with her an her boyfriend and some boy (she showed me some photos- he is cute) I've never met. I'm unsure about it. I haven't been on a date in over a year and a half. I've put more effort into avoiding it than I have in showing interest. My brain finds ways to talk me out of certain things. I'm not so sure that the way I feel is normal.

PS. PS. PS.... PS. Eliot has a video up and I love it. Will have to buy the new album because I love the Crutchfields. video:

http://www.ifyoumakeit.com/video/p-s-eliot/we-d-never-agree/

Where is my Al Bundy?

I'm not sure when or how it happened. I spend a lot of time thinking about love and marriage.. and somewhere along the way I've started thinking about babies. 99% of the time I hate children. I don't know if it was seeing Lindsay during and after the pregnancy and seeing little Maddie or my sister being pregnant, or just some fluke that messed with my head while I was watching Weekend at Bernie's on my tiny little laptop.. but now I cannot get the idea of a baby out of my head.

FYI: if I ever trick some poor sucker into marrying me and we have a baby- I hope it is a girl and I hope everyone can appreciate my love for Gone With the Wind because that baby's name will be Scarlett and she will be brought home in the tiniest green velvet dress the world has ever seen.

Moving along. Last night I don't know what happened. I ended up going two stops past my T stop because I was too busy dodging eye contact with the most adorable looking long-haired guy that was sitting across from me. The amount of guys I see on the way home with long hair fascinates me. You could throw long hair on an ugly dude and I would probably still be feeling it I think. Something is wrong with me. It took me forever to get home after that because the MBTA 57 bus drivers suck at life. This is the third time I've had a bus just go right past me even though I'm 100 % visible at the bus stop.

In knitting news, I finished a pretty gold scarf. It's my favorite one I've made.. I wish I would've had enough yarn left over to make a hat. I made a few mistakes that I caught too late but oh well. I like it even though I don't wear gold. Maybe I should send it to Kenny in Baltimore? y/n if you want it. I can send you a little package so you know that I'm still your girl, Suz.

Also, check my hand:


The swelling has pretty much gone down 75% but its horribly bruised and sore. This just one of the many reasons working retail makes me hate life. I hope I get the Office Manager position I interviewed for this week.