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<entry><title>April 21, 2005 (idea)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://everything2.com/user/Suckapant/writeups/April+21%252C+2005"/><id>http://everything2.com/user/Suckapant/writeups/April+21%252C+2005</id><author><name>Suckapant</name><uri>http://everything2.com/user/Suckapant</uri></author><published>2005-04-21T10:38:32Z</published><updated>2005-04-21T10:38:32Z</updated>
<content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I haven't &lt;a href=&quot;/title/noded&quot;&gt;noded&lt;/a&gt; in over a year....life is an odd piece of &lt;a href=&quot;/title/art&quot;&gt;art&lt;/a&gt;. I am here reading everyday with a loss for something to say. My old &lt;a href=&quot;/title/drug&quot;&gt;drug&lt;/a&gt; spawned nodes are true, but now I am clean. A truly strange walk for the life I have seen.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Thank you.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
</entry><entry><title>August 28, 2003 (idea)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://everything2.com/user/Suckapant/writeups/August+28%252C+2003"/><id>http://everything2.com/user/Suckapant/writeups/August+28%252C+2003</id><author><name>Suckapant</name><uri>http://everything2.com/user/Suckapant</uri></author><published>2003-08-28T16:48:42Z</published><updated>2003-08-28T16:48:42Z</updated>
<content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Total &lt;a href=&quot;/title/confusion&quot;&gt;confusion&lt;/a&gt; greeted me upon waking up this morning.
My foot shook at a man's grip and the first thing my eyes encountered was my half-naked ex-girlfriend. Her &lt;a href=&quot;/title/beautiful&quot;&gt;beautiful&lt;/a&gt; body reminded of our &lt;a href=&quot;/title/good+times&quot;&gt;good times&lt;/a&gt;. Those times emaciated with the constant fights. Our relationship consisted of &lt;a href=&quot;/title/passion&quot;&gt;passion&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Raw&quot;&gt;Raw&lt;/a&gt;, unfiltered energy from withtin held us together as long as we let it. But Bobby needed a ride to work, that's who woke me shaking my leg. I went by &lt;a href=&quot;/title/AutoZone&quot;&gt;AutoZone&lt;/a&gt; on the way home. I drive a 1978 &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Mercury&quot;&gt;Mercury&lt;/a&gt; Grand Marquis these days. You'll see me on the roads in a doo doo brown &lt;a href=&quot;/title/tank&quot;&gt;tank&lt;/a&gt;. The Flashback defies all automobiles, she pimps. At AutoZone I bought the parts for a standard tune up; &lt;a href=&quot;/title/spark+plug&quot;&gt;spark plug&lt;/a&gt;s, distributor cap, air filter, fuel filter, breather valve, oil accessories, and PCV valve.&lt;br&gt;

&lt;p&gt;A little background on my return to &lt;a href=&quot;/title/e2&quot;&gt;e2&lt;/a&gt;. I live in Comfort, &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Texas&quot;&gt;Texas&lt;/a&gt; now. I lived in &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Austin&quot;&gt;Austin&lt;/a&gt; for eight years until my near &lt;a href=&quot;/title/demise&quot;&gt;demise&lt;/a&gt; almost a year ago. Read some of my old writeups to understand where I was. I&amp;hellip;</content>
</entry><entry><title>August 27, 2003 (idea)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://everything2.com/user/Suckapant/writeups/August+27%252C+2003"/><id>http://everything2.com/user/Suckapant/writeups/August+27%252C+2003</id><author><name>Suckapant</name><uri>http://everything2.com/user/Suckapant</uri></author><published>2003-08-27T22:27:45Z</published><updated>2003-08-27T22:27:45Z</updated>
<content type="html">&lt;p&gt;well...I'm showing myself back into the world of e2. I lost touch with technology for almost a year, but I find myself with the eerie, blue glow the monitor emits on my face.&lt;br&gt;

&lt;p&gt;a lot has changed in this once compulsive noder's mind.
we'll see what the &lt;a href=&quot;/title/future&quot;&gt;future&lt;/a&gt; brings...&lt;br&gt;</content>
</entry><entry><title>December 16, 2002 (idea)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://everything2.com/user/Suckapant/writeups/December+16%252C+2002"/><id>http://everything2.com/user/Suckapant/writeups/December+16%252C+2002</id><author><name>Suckapant</name><uri>http://everything2.com/user/Suckapant</uri></author><published>2002-12-16T22:19:14Z</published><updated>2002-12-16T22:19:14Z</updated>
<content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Hey &lt;a href=&quot;/title/e2&quot;&gt;e2&lt;/a&gt;. It's been a year and two days since my last writeup. I'm coming back to the &lt;a href=&quot;/title/happy&quot;&gt;happy&lt;/a&gt; little land of writeups after a long year. I now live in Comfort, &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Texas&quot;&gt;Texas&lt;/a&gt;. I kid you not....Comfort. Technically, my job is a &lt;a href=&quot;/title/ranch&quot;&gt;ranch&lt;/a&gt;er. I drive &lt;a href=&quot;/title/cattle&quot;&gt;cattle&lt;/a&gt;, paint barns, and cut cedars with chainsaws. Now, this life being lived changed dramatically in October this year. I wanted to give ups to the site, because I am officially back. Thanks for not kicking me off, and I think you'll enjoy the stories and insight from my last 365 days.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
</entry><entry><title>December 14, 2001 (idea)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://everything2.com/user/Suckapant/writeups/December+14%252C+2001"/><id>http://everything2.com/user/Suckapant/writeups/December+14%252C+2001</id><author><name>Suckapant</name><uri>http://everything2.com/user/Suckapant</uri></author><published>2001-12-14T09:11:04Z</published><updated>2001-12-14T09:11:04Z</updated>
<content type="html">OK, so the last week reminded me that &lt;a href=&quot;/title/life&quot;&gt;life&lt;/a&gt; always changes and sheds new light. &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Bright&quot;&gt;Bright&lt;/a&gt; and sparkly light finds the cracks and crevices that elude me all the time.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So imagine this..... two South &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Austin&quot;&gt;Austin&lt;/a&gt;ites, two &lt;a href=&quot;/title/club+kid&quot;&gt;club kid&lt;/a&gt;s, and two guys from &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Dallas&quot;&gt;Dallas&lt;/a&gt; decide to play a game of &lt;a href=&quot;/title/domino&quot;&gt;domino&lt;/a&gt;s. What's sounds like a bad joke ended up being the setting for the other night. Let's add some more elements shall we? First off, &lt;a href=&quot;/title/marijuana&quot;&gt;marijuana&lt;/a&gt; smoke destroyed room visiblity as a swirling stick would in a murky creek. &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Alcohol&quot;&gt;Alcohol&lt;/a&gt; slowly loosened the lips of each patron. And finally, &lt;a href=&quot;/title/cocaine&quot;&gt;cocaine&lt;/a&gt; spray painted everyone's brain in the room making them completely &lt;a href=&quot;/title/confident&quot;&gt;confident&lt;/a&gt;. Basically, I struggled that evening to prevent a &lt;a href=&quot;/title/fight&quot;&gt;fight&lt;/a&gt; from occuring in my kitchen.  The shit talking mood dominos creates went a bit too far with awkward glances between club kids and the Dallas folks. Altercation was avoided, but lengths were taken to reach &lt;a href=&quot;/title/peace&quot;&gt;peace&lt;/a&gt;. The following morning, I woke up with a stupid grin confirming the previous night's&amp;hellip;</content>
</entry><entry><title>November 30, 2001 (thing)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://everything2.com/user/Suckapant/writeups/November+30%252C+2001"/><id>http://everything2.com/user/Suckapant/writeups/November+30%252C+2001</id><author><name>Suckapant</name><uri>http://everything2.com/user/Suckapant</uri></author><published>2001-11-30T21:28:41Z</published><updated>2001-11-30T21:28:41Z</updated>
<content type="html">it's a &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Gourds&quot;&gt;Gourds&lt;/a&gt; kind of day&lt;br&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;/title/Austin&quot;&gt;Austin&lt;/a&gt;'s weather today can only be described as perfect. Yesterday morning, ice melted off trees creating one of the coolest sights I'd seen in a while. Rain fell only when one stood under trees. Obviously, this second run for the previous night's &lt;a href=&quot;/title/precipitaion&quot;&gt;precipitaion&lt;/a&gt; put me in a great mood. That, and the girl I met the night before.&lt;br&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I would like to ask everyone on &lt;a href=&quot;/title/E2&quot;&gt;E2&lt;/a&gt; a &lt;a href=&quot;/title/favor&quot;&gt;favor&lt;/a&gt;, please participate in The Great &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Guinness&quot;&gt;Guinness&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Toast&quot;&gt;Toast&lt;/a&gt; this evening at 10PM central time. I've never met any &lt;a href=&quot;/title/noder&quot;&gt;noder&lt;/a&gt; in person, but a toast with bodies that protect the brains which create a large majority of what I read on a daily basis will make that first sip of Irish excellence truly memorable.&lt;br&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;/title/suckapant&quot;&gt;suckapant&lt;/a&gt; jigs out of this &lt;a href=&quot;/title/daylog&quot;&gt;daylog&lt;/a&gt; </content>
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