January 12th 2003
Yay! There’s a mouse running around the 26th floor at 30 Rock. We’re all really happy about that. I heard some screams earlier.
I am sitting at my desk with my feet up on a box because I do not want it crawling up my leg. Ack!
If I were to see Roger Clemens in person right now I would say, “Motherfucker what the fuck? Motherfucker what the fuck?!!”
Just kidding.
Whatever. It’s not like he signed with the Red Sox, he signed with his hometown team. He wants to be near his family and near his boyfriend Andy Pettitte. I understand. I’m ok with it.
Clemens and Pettitte: True cannot be stopped. It can only be delayed a little while.
Damn it. I got a really great lunch and I can’t eat it. I’m just not hungry.
My mom came over to my apartment last night and almost fainted when I showed her that I scrubbed the bathtub. I can’t believe I did it either.
I was literally on my knees scrubbing the bathtub. What the hell is wrong with me?
I completely forgot to watch Curb Your Enthusiasm last night. I turned my TV off after Sex and the City (which made cry last night) and tried to get to bed early last night.
As I was just about to go from that twilight sleep where you feel like you are sleeping but still hear everything to actual sleep my phone rang, and made me age a couple of years. I’m surprised I didn’t wake up with a streak in my hair this morning because it startled me that much.
But it was a good phone call so I wasn’t bothered by it and was able to fall asleep after I got off the phone.
So I bought the new Cosmo and here are some article titles. “Turn Him on Tonight: Sexy Words and Sounds He Craves (which is underlined) in Bed”, “What His Sleeping Position Reveals about His Feelings”, “10 Things You Don’t Know About Sex But Should”, and my personal favorite “The Sex Disaster Men Fear Most (You’ll Thank God You’re Not a Guy)” Okay I am laughing just picturing how the meetings at Cosmo and other women’s magazines are handled.
“Okay this month someone has to write about Yeast Infections. Who wants it?”
Give me a break. Although I have to admit that last article title makes me curious. I wonder what it could be about. Impotence? What else could it be?
OH MY GOD!!!! It’s about broken penises!!! Okay I didn’t realize you could break a penis. I know they can be sprained. Ow. I’m actually glad I’m not a man.
Good lord.
Ooo a free panty liner! You have to love Cosmo.
I watched “Bruce Almighty” yesterday. It was ok. There were some parts that were great and others that were slow. And then there were the parts that were downright disturbing. Disturbing because I thought Jim Carrey looked hot. Yes. That Jim Carrey. What is that all about?!
Happy 50th Birthday to Howard Stern!
It snowed a little bit last night. And it’s supposed to be colder this Thursday than it was this weekend.
I am not going out Thursday. Just going to work and back. No need to freeze my ass off. Especially since my lungs are bothering me. My problem from two years ago has returned. I felt a burning in my chest today and I am having trouble catching my breath. Yay! Not.
Ooooooo the Family Guy may be coming back with new episodes!!! I LOVE that show. Oh my God.
One of my favorite lines from that show is from an episode where the dog is having accidents and blaming the baby for peeing all over the house. The husband walks into the living room, sniff around and says, “Lois did you pee in here?” to his wife. BWAHAHAHAHA!
Hi ho hi ho it’s back to work I go…
Stace
January 8th 2004
Happy 33rd Birthday Jason Giambi!
Okay I have a funny story. As I was riding in the subway this morning I was sitting across from a woman who was making sex faces. I know I should explain myself.
She was sitting with her eyes closed, her lips pursed and every once in a while would squint her eyes and then make a face like she was going to orgasm. I was dying. I was so entertained. People are freaks.
Then again maybe I am jealous. She probably had a great night full of sex last night and was just going back in her mind and remembering it.
Let's see did anything else happen today? Oh yes. This woman I sometimes see in the morning on the way to work was trying to start a conversation with random strangers about how much the Subway system sucks. I avoided eye contact with her. I wasn’t in the mood.
I ate my first meal in two days just now. I wasn’t hungry. I don’t know why. Maybe my body thinks it’s too fat?
And I ate pasta salad as my first meal in two days. When the hell do I ever consume pasta salad?! What is happening to me!?!
Last night I was bored out of my skull so I was looking through old versions of my manuscript that I am trying to write. I am only 50 pages into it and I started it in October 2002. At this rate it will be done in 2012. It’s amazing how many changes I have made to it. It doesn’t help that my computer SUCKS ASS and I can’t write anything at home. I think I’d be a lot further along if I were able to write every night at home.
So not only do I need money but also need a computer.
Aw man someone sprayed him or she (what is up with spell check?!) with Tommy Girl and it’s KILLING me. I used to wear it myself but DAMN that’s way too much. Maybe they’re trying to get me back for my perfume yesterday.
The heat came on at about 9:45 last night. Thank God. And I had hot water this morning. I took an extra long shower this morning.
Henry tried to leave with me again this morning. Aw boo boo.
I call him Boo and Jack is Moo, mainly because Jack is huge. He is nearly 20 lbs.
I had a dream last night involving me going to a strip club. I was walking past Flashdancers and 4 strippers saw me and invited me inside where they proceded to fight over who was going to give me a lap dance. I was skinnier in the dream and had huge boobs so I don’t know if I was actually me or if I was someone else. It was funny. Why can’t I have normal dreams like everyone else?
And then I had a dream about elevators that wouldn’t stop. I haven’t had those dreams in a while.
Like I am in an elevator and I push for the 9th floor and it goes way past the 9th floor and just as it’s about to crash through the roof it stops. Or sometimes the don’t move vertically they move horizontally.
Okay enough about that.
In the voice of Chandler Bing: Could it BE any colder out?
It’s always bitterly cold when my friend Wendy comes up from Atlanta to visit.
Hmmmm maybe that’s a sign? Heh.
So I found out that a bunch of my male coworkers like to IM each other when a certain female coworker of mine runs or jogs down the hall. I guess they like when her breasts bounce all over the place. Ugh. Seriously, do men ever grow up? And what is the fascination with breasts? Actually I shouldn’t ask that. I know what the fascination is. And I understand it to a point but for God’s sake…we all have them. Some are small and perky; some are large and not so perky. Get over it.
Okay so I am jealous that they not talking about me.
Nah I already know that according to some men on the floor that I have one of the best bodies. Aw yeah. Not that it really matters because all of the ones who think that are either married or chained to a girlfriend.
But yes I sometimes strut a little more in front of certain coworkers knowing how they feel about my T&A.
Wow I am just as bad as they are.
I’m going to stop writing now. I am going to get myself in trouble.
Stace
January 7th 2004
I was right. I had no heat or hot water this morning. You gotta love that when it’s 18 degrees out. So not only am I half awake but I smell because I haven’t showered. The good thing is that it was cold in my apartment last night so I didn’t sweat. Heh. Ick. I may go to the gym at lunch and just shower. LOL.
Stupid building.
I shouldn’t say I smell. I don’t. I sprayed myself with enough perfume to cover 25 people from head to toe.
I keep looking at my left ring finger and laughing. My mom bought me a ring for Christmas that looks like an engagement ring…well an engagement ring bought by a guy with no money because the stone is tiny. But I joke with her now that we are engaged.
The ring itself is tiny. I have very skinny fingers. So the good news for whoever is crazy enough to marry me in 15 years is that he won’t have to get a big ass rock because it would look too gaudy on my skinny ring finger.
Jack and Henry did mommy a favor this morning. Mommy was so tired last night she forgot to set her alarm. And mommy actually slept from about 10PM until they woke her ass up at 7:30AM. So thanks go out to the boys for being hungry.
I better have heat when I go home tonight. Then again it was nice being able to snuggle under my down comforter.
That’s probably why I was able to sleep. I wasn’t sweating my ass off.
There is a woman at my job who has the most annoying voice and she can never start a conversation when she is next to someone she has to call down to them from the end of the hall…ugh. The sight of her pisses me off.
I think I am getting sick again.
No! I have plans this weekend damn it (finally)
One of my coworkers has a touch of pneumonia but she’s working today. She’s insane.
If I have a headache I stay home.
I don’t know what I want for lunch. I’m not really that hungry. I haven’t been eating that much the past few days.
Ooo I just blew my nose and blood came out. That can’t be good.
It’s probably my cocaine habit. I’ve been trying to kick it.
Yeah ok. I can’t even use nose spray. There would be no way that I could do cocaine.
Poor Don Mattingly. He’ll never get into the Hall of Fame. Oh well. He’s in my Hall of Fame.
Changes are a coming. Oh boy. They are finally hiring someone to replace my former Account manager. Thank god it’s a man. I get along better with men. And he’s supposedly a cool guy. Yay!
Although I heard a horrible rumor that he is an Atlanta Braves fan. I hope that’s not true.
I just went to the drugstore downstairs to buy some toiletries mainly because I had a $100 bill that I needed to break in order to get something for lunch. Well my change was $51.53. So what does the cashier give me in change? A FUCKING $50 BILL!
Assclown.
I didn’t get lunch. Oh well I’ll starve.
Here’s another one of those Internet/Email survey things.
Basics
FIRST NAME: Stacey
MIDDLE NAME: Rose
BIRTHDAY: August 26th 1974 (Yes I will be 30 soon)
BIRTHPLACE: NY, NY
AGE: 29
CITY: NYC
Appearance
HEIGHT: 5'9"
HAIR COLOR: Brown
EYEBROWS: Brown
ABOUT EARS: 2 closed up piercings on each side
ABOUT LIPS: 2 full (favorite feature).
ABOUT TONGUE: Got one!
ABOUT CHIN: also have one of those, has been stitched up once (19 stitches)
STYLE: Casual, professional, sloppy on weekends
PIERCINGS: none
TATTOO (S): none yet.
Right Now
WHAT COLOUR PANTS ARE YOU WEARING?: Black
WHAT SONG ARE YOU LISTENING TO?: Heartache Tonight by the Eagles
WHAT TASTE IS IN YOUR MOUTH?: hmmm nothing I’m hungry
WHAT'S THE WEATHER LIKE?: cold and clear
HOW ARE YOU?: well rested and in an overall good mood to the shock and surprise of my coworkers
Do you...
HAVE A BAD HABIT?: I have many.
GET ALONG WITH YOUR PARENTS?: most of the time.
LIKE TO DRIVE?: nope.
SLEEP WITH A STUFFED ANIMAL?: nope.
DRINK?: only on special occasions.
SMOKE?: nope
ANY OTHER DRUGS?: Nope
WEAR CONTACTS?: no, just glasses for distance (TV, movies, baseball games, concerts)
HAVE ANY SIBLINGS?: 1
THEIR AGES?: 25
Favorites
RELATIVE: my cousin Chris
TV SHOW: Sex and the City, Queer As Folk, Scrubs, Curb Your Enthusiasm
COMMERCIAL:
MAGAZINE: Cosmo, Marie Claire, Glamour
NON-ALCOHOLIC DRINK: Water
ALCOHOLIC DRINK: Beer
THING TO DO ON THE WEEKEND: nothing, literally
MOVIE: too many to choose from
FOOD: steak and potatoes
ANIMAL: cats
SCHOOL SUBJECT: History
CLOTHES: my red top with the cut out sleeves
HANGOUT: I don’t hangout.
RESTAURANT: Zarela’s in Manhattan
FEELING: being happy
COLOR: Red
ICE CREAM: Coffee or Chocolate Hagen Daz
VACATION PLACE: Puerto Rico
SPORT: Baseball, Basketball
STORE: Express, Century 21
DAY OF THE YEAR: Used to be Christmas or my birthday but now that I am older I don’t really have a specific favorite day
MONTH: March (Madness!)
Future
IN FIVE YEARS: I hope I at least have a boyfriend…please God
TEN: look above.
TWENTY: if I don’t have a boyfriend by then I’ll shoot myself
FOURTY: hopefully still alive
PLACE: New York I will never leave this city/state. I love it too much
GOALS: to be happy, to be loved and to love someone back
Have you...
BROKEN THE LAW: Yep
RAN AWAY FROM HOME: Yep and I went all the way across the street! (I was 5 give me a break).
EVER CHEATED ON A TEST: No but I helped a guy I like cheat off my test.
STAYED UP TILL FOUR ON THE PHONE: 3:30…
SNUCK OUT OF THE HOUSE: Yep.
EVER GONE SKINNY DIPPING: Yep!
MADE A PRANK PHONE CALL: Yes
USED YOU PARENTS' CREDIT CARD BEFORE: Nope
SKIPPED SCHOOL BEFORE: Yup, we went to Great Adventure
FELL ASLEEP IN THE SHOWER/BATH: No
FELL ASLEEP WHILE EATING: LOL no.
FELL ASLEEP WHILE DRIVING: Nope
DRIVEN A CAR: Yes
EVER MET SOMEONE FAMOUS: Yes. I am proud of the fact that I have met a few.
WANTED TO DIE: Yup
BEEN ON A PLANE: Yes.
BEEN ON A MOTORCYCLE/BIKE: A bike? Uh yea.
WENT SWIMMING IN THE OCEAN: Yes!
BEEN IN A SCHOOL PLAY: Yes
CRIED IN PUBLIC: two weeks ago…on the train on the way home from work. Not sobbing, just tears flowing down my face and yes I felt like an idiot
LET A FRIEND CRY ON YOUR SHOULDER: Yes.
EATEN SUSHI: Just that phrase makes me ill…bleh
Love
BOYFRIEND: no. I have boys who are friends
SEXUALITY: Straight but wouldn’t rule out some girl on girl action. Heh
CHILDREN?: I hope so
CURRENT CRUSH: Yes…and he’s not made up!
BEEN IN LOVE?: Yep
HAD A HARD TIME GETTING OVER SOMEONE: What do you mean had?
WITH SOMEONE: no
TOO SHY?: no
BEEN HURT?: Yes
HAVE YOU EVER SAID "I LOVE YOU" AND MEANT IT?: Never said it but have felt it..
CHEATED ON SOMEONE: No…
YOUR GREATEST REGRET: oh please do you have all day?
GONE OUT WITH A SOMEONE YOU ONLY KNEW FOR THREE DAYS: No.
WHAT'S THE FIRST THING YOU LOOK FOR IN THE OPPOSITE SEX?: personality and sense of humor
Random
WHAT IS ON THE WALLS IN YOUR ROOM?: Nothing…
WHAT DO YOU WEAR TO BED?: depends on who is with me.
THINKING OF RIGHT NOW?: thinking about much my head hurts.
WHAT DO YOU DO THAT REALLY PISSES OFF YOUR FRIEND: put myself down
YOUR CD PLAYER HAS IN IT RIGHT NOW: A mix I burned from the computer.
IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOUR WOULD YOU BE?: Red
WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY?: being at Yankee stadium during a playoff game
WHO DO YOU CONSIDER GOOD FRIENDS: Racquel, Julie, Melissa, Dan, Mel, Wendy, Chrispy, QC…wow am I am popular or what?!.
WHAT DO YOU LIKE TO DO?: I like to write
When/what was the last...
TIME YOU CRIED: New Year’s Eve
MOVIE YOU SAW AT THE THEATER: Uh…I don’t think I saw a movie this year. Seriously
TIME YOU WERE GROUNDED: when I was 19, yes 19, dad was a little psycho then
WORDS YOU SAID: that was so funny! (to a coworker)
PHONE NUMBER YOU CALLED: a buyer at an agency
PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE: an assistant at an agency
What would I do with my time if those things didn’t exist?!
Okay I seriously may start eating the box of Godiva Chocolate that is on my desk.
A friend of mine moved into a new condo and her address is on Gale Drive. She says she always thinks of me. Ha!
…Getting the scissors to cut the plastic…cutting the plastic…opening the box….mmmmmm Godiva rules…
Stace
January 6th 2004
Rest in Peace Tug McGraw. 1944-2004.
So Britney Spears’s marriage lasted a whole 55 hours. Wow. Hey that’s 55 more hours than me so I can’t really say anything.
Oh wait yes I can.
Doesn’t it seem like this girl will do just about anything to be in the news? What’s next an illegitimate child? Good lord.
My morning started off pretty good considering I had no sleep. Insomnia really sucks. It also doesn’t help that someone in my building called the fire department at 12:30 last night. I was in my bed thinking, “Wow those sirens are really close!” Duh. I look out and there are 3 trucks right in front of my bedroom/living room. It turned out to be nothing. But then I couldn’t get relaxed and I was up until 2. Normally not a big deal because I wake up at 7:30 BUT I had an appointment early this morning and my alarm was set for 5:30. Ouch. I felt like a truck ran over me. I’ll probably be passed out by 7 o’clock tonight.
And then wake up at 3:30. Ugh. I hate having horrible sleep patterns. I inherited it from my mother. Although she didn’t start having problems until menopause and I am nowhere near that. (I hope not)
Assclown of the week (so far): Pete Rose. Um why are the media referring to his gambling admission as shocking? Um duh. It’s about as shocking as the Red Sox losing a Game 7 to the Yankees. (Oh come on I had to say it)
There is nothing shocking about Pete Rose admitting to betting on baseball.
And no he shouldn’t be allowed into the Hall of Fame. How do you bet on your own sport while you are still a part of it? If Joe Torre ever bet on baseball I would say the same thing. And it sucks Pete Rose is the kind of player you wish today’s prima donnas were like.
Okay enough about baseball. Wait did I really just say that?
Back to my morning: as I was walking down the stairs at my subway station I heard the train pulling in. I figured I wouldn’t make it so I didn’t make a run for it. (Please I am wearing 3-inch heels—hello pavement, how are you? I would have fallen flat on my face) I was just about 10 steps from the turnstile and they closed the doors but I didn’t get mad because it was my fault that I left my apartment late. As I was swiping my Metrocard I noticed the train doors opening again. The conductor opened them for me. Wasn’t that sweet!? So I waved and yelled out ‘Thank you’ and got to my therapist’s office not only early but before she did! I thought I was going to be late.
Then when I was catching the 1 train up to 72nd street from 59th street there was a black man who was referring to all of the white people on the train as devils. He then asked how he could transfer to the F train. He was far away from the F train but I didn’t say anything. I didn’t think he’d want a white devil to help him.
Whenever I think about how cool/scary/fun it is to live in New York I think of the Sex and City episode “I heart NY”. Carrie is telling the girls about how Big is leaving NY and moving to Napa. Samantha asks where everybody goes when they leave NY and I can’t remember if it was Miranda or Carrie but someone says, “The Real world” and Samantha says, “A homeless man just showed me his dick on the street it doesn’t more realer than that.” I love that and it’s so true.
I love that episode. A lot of people outside of New York don’t appreciate it but I do. Especially the message at the end of the episode which to this day still makes me tear up “To our City of New York, now then and always.”
Aw.
Well all is quiet at Rockefeller Center now that Christmas season is pretty much over.
THANK GOD.
Last Monday was the WORST. You couldn’t go outside. I had a panic attack because I felt like the crowd was closing in on me. My coworker had to help me back into the building. It was scary. Panic Attacks suck.
Work is okay today too. Is it possible that I may have two good days in a row? Oh great I just jinxed myself.
Well I am never having a kid, not after what my coworker just told me about her labor and birth. I mean really. Why do people with babies like to scare us single girls into abstinence? Ugh.
And ew. Just thinking about some of the things that happen freaks me out. I think I am going to ask for my epidural as soon as I find out I am pregnant.
They cut you to make your opening bigger so the baby doesn’t rip you apart. Ow. A C-section isn’t much better. They have to move organs out of the way to get to the baby. Oh God. You know what? Men suck again because what do they do? They make the deposit and then faint when the baby comes out because they can’t handle blood and fluids.
Okay I really didn’t mean for that to turn into an anti-male rant.
Sorry I love men I don’t hate them. Well, some of them. Calling Chubby McAssclown!
Okay I don’t hate him either. He just annoys the shit out of me, everyday of my life. Well not everyday, I don’t see him on weekends. Thank God for small favors.
I need to get call waiting at my apartment, though I don’t know why. It’s not like people call me that much. Well, last night I was suddenly popular. The phone rang three times within 15 minutes. Two calls were from the same person and the other one was a person who has called me at home 3 times in the last 3 days. And I don’t think she’s ever called me that much. Heh.
I never realized how hard it is to stuff a comforter into a duvet. I was out of breath and sweaty by the time I got the damn thing in. I made my bed last night, new sheets, new pillowcases, and new duvet cover. What is happening with me? I am suddenly Miss Mary Sunshine. Cleaning up, dusting, making my bed…it’s because I have a houseguest coming into town this weekend. She informed me of her plans on Sunday. I have to make sure everything is spic and span when she visits me in the ghetto.
Oh god and I have to make sure I have food too. I’ll do that Thursday night. I hate being broke.
Being an adult sucks sometimes. Just kidding.
It’s going to be so cold tomorrow and through the weekend. Please God. Let me have heat in my apartment.
It’s almost evaluation time here. Yip to the ee. This year will be better than last year. I went through a lot of crap last year and it affected my job, mainly because it involved a coworker but Anywho…this year WILL be better. Damn it.
Last year my evaluation meeting was held at 4:30p on the day before I left for Vegas. It was horrible and I cried like a moron. And yeah I was in a great mood on the way to Vegas. Assheads.
Speaking of work I better do some. And earn my paycheck.
O.C.
January 5th 2004
Happy Belated New Year!
I hope everyone had a good and safe time out on New Year’s Eve/Day.
I have a question for David Wells. Are you trying to kill me? Don’t ever write anything about Jason Giambi moaning and grunting while he’s stretching on your website again…Jesus. Is it possible to have an orgasm from reading a sentence? Wait why am I asking? I know the answer. Heh.
I’m going to be a fun girlfriend.
Okay someone explain to me why both Sex and the City and Curb Your Enthusiasm sucked last night? I was looking forward to them for months and I was so disappointed. I hope they get better.
Does Britney Spears need an intervention? I was dying of laughter when I heard that she got married. Dumbass.
Isn’t it funny how two people can experience the same thing on the same night and think totally different things about that particular night? Like when you go to a movie and you love it and your friend hates it. It’s puzzling to me. Guys and girls are so different it’s amazing how so many of us are actually married and procreating.
Speaking of procreating my friend’s sister is due in March and all of her high school friends, 7 of them, are pregnant together. I’m sorry but that’s a little sick. What the fuck?
Wow it took me a while to curse today. What’s up with that?
Don’t get me wrong. I want to get married and have babies. It’s just annoying to see it when you’re nearly 30 and boyfriend-less. That’s not to say that the second I get a boyfriend I will be all baby crazy, far from it. I would just like to have my first baby by the time I am 35-36. I don’t want my first pregnancy to be when I am 42 especially since the chance of twins increases when you get older AND because they run on both sides of my family. Yikes. And none of my older cousins have had them. Oh boy. I smell twin girls. Please God…don’t do that to me. All of the negative baby talk of the past 2 years is going to come back to bite me in the ass. Oy.
So my New Year’s resolutions are as follows:
To workout at least 2 times a week for 30 minutes each session. That’s not too hard. And I have a new elliptical machine in my apartment now. Aw Yeah. Stacey is going to be buff again.
To stop eating McDonald’s.
To write more.
To be more adventurous
To stop crying over things I have no control over
To keep my apartment semi-neat
Hmmmm there was another one. What the hell was it?
Oh yeah. Can’t say it on here. Heh.
I have a new addiction. Televised Poker. The World Series of Poker on ESPN2 that was on New Year’s Eve engrossed my dad and me. ß (Hmm that was spell check’s suggestion for a sentence. I don’t like it but I will keep it) We watched four episodes in a row. I was totally into it. It’s so cool.
Yeah because I need something else that will make me sit home on my ass. Speaking of sitting home on my ass. That’s all I did this weekend. With the occasional trip to the exercise machine, toilet, shower and bed. I sat and watched TV. And listened to the music channels. I was playing a game. I would try to guess title, artist, and year before it flashed up on the screen. It was scary how much I knew. It was fun. I needed a Stacey weekend but I don’t want to have too many of them this year. I would like to have things to do.
I need to make new friends: friends who will come down to visit me in the city or friends who already live in the city.
Am I pathetic or what?!
I was so bored at one point that I scrubbed both toilets. I don’t EVER do that kind of stuff.
And I wanted to rearrange my bedroom because the furniture has been in the same position for 35 years. But I can’t do it alone. I will get a hernia.
I am not looking forward to the weather that is supposed to be arriving at the end of the week.
Especially since that means the normally Africa hot apartment will probably have no heat. Because that’s how it works we have heat when we don’t need it and don’t have it when we need it.
I was so out of it this morning that I showered and then realized that I forgot to bring my towels into the bathroom. Duh. Then I was trying to avoid Henry because he likes rubbing my legs if they’re wet which is so gross to me. Ick wet cat hair on my legs. Ahhhhh!
Aw. Henry. They were cracking me up all weekend. They had to follow me all over the apartment. And then on Saturday night when I went out to get some food Henry attacked my feet as I was leaving. Heh.
He tried to get out again this morning. It’s a new thing with Henry. He tries to come with me to work. I wish I could bring them here.
My mom was at the nursing home visiting Grandma yesterday and my uncle Vincent called from Florida. My grandma gets on the phone and asks him, “Are you still fat?” HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
I love her. She cracks me up.
Holy shit Ray Davies of the Kinks was shot?!? Yikes.
Back to work I go. Yippee.
Stace
December 31st 2003
It’s that time of year again. The time of year when people look back on the past year and look ahead to the upcoming year.
Am I glad 2003 is over? Hell yes.
Am I looking forward to 2004? Sort of. I have a milestone birthday approaching. The big 3-0 (God help me and everyone around me)
Aw man I gotta go I will continue this later…
Stace
December 29th 2003 4:29PM
Rest in Peace to 'Big Cat' our 15 yr old who was put to sleep earlier this afternoon.
Thank you for making me laugh, scratching me and most of all for making sure I was okay that horrible Friday after 9/11 when I couldn't go to work...
You'll be missed Bunny Rabbit.
Stace
December 29th 2003
This is one of those quizzes that you only see on the Internet. Instead of sending it out to people I am answering the questions on the website. So in case you didn’t already know, you will find out that I am insane…
What did you do in 2003 that you'd never done before?
Saw Duran Duran in it's original form AND sat 10 rows behind the Yankee dugout at a game against Baltimore. Sweaty Jason Giambi up close. Grrrr. I thought I was going to die.
Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
No I didn't. I never do. This year I will make them easy so I won't break them within twenty minutes of making them.
Did anyone close to you give birth?
Not yet. Next year. March 14th is the due date.
Did anyone close to you die?
My great Aunt Kay.
What countries did you visit?
None
What would you like to have in 2004 that you lacked in 2003?
A boyfriend and money. Or just money. The boyfriend thing isn’t that important to me. Wait that’s not a good thing…
What date(s) from 2003 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
April 11th—Went to Vegas!
April 18th–I got my babies!!!
May 2nd--Aunt Kay passed away
May 24th-May31st—Puerto Rico!!! First “adult” vacation
June 17th—first time I ever paid over $200 to get my hair done. Ouch. And I wonder where my money went
August 14th--The day the lights went out and I walked 6 miles to Brooklyn in high heeled sandals
August 25th--up close and personal with the Yankees
August 27th--up close and personal with Duran Duran
October 17th--The Yankees beat the Red Sox in the ALCS on Aaron Boone's dramatic 11th inning walk off HR
What was your biggest achievement of the year?
Getting my raise
What was your biggest failure?
Almost not getting my raise
Did you suffer illness or injury?
I nearly broke my hand during the baseball playoffs (specifically Game 1 of the ALCS when Mussina gave up like 15 HRs to Boston)
What was the best thing you bought?
My Dooney and Bourke Croc tote...it's SWEET; again and I wonder WHY I am broke
Whose behavior merited celebration?
Don Zimmer going after Pedro Martinez…at least somebody did.
Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?
One of my coworkers who shall remain nameless cough*Chubby McAssclown*cough
Where did most of your money go?
I have no idea but if you find it please let me know where to pick it up because I miss it badly.
What did you get really, really, really excited about?
Seeing Duran Duran's original 5 perform live. I didn’t have the chance when I was kid. Andy and Roger left in 1985. .
What song will always remind you of 2003?
"Hey Ya" by Outkast, “Crazy in Love” by Beyonce and “Unwell” by Matchbox Twenty
Compared to this time last year, are you:
happier or sadder? happier (THANK GOD)
thinner or fatter? a little heavier
richer or poorer? Poorer
What do you wish you'd done more of?
Write more
What do you wish you'd done less of?
Crying my eyes out
How did you spend Christmas?
I spent it with family
Did you fall in love in 2003?
Nope…well with my cats. My babies!
How many one-night stands?
I wish…
What was your favorite TV program?
Queer as Folk, Sex and the City, Curb Your Enthusiasm, Scrubs
Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?
Nah hate is a strong word.
What was the best book you read?
This year? Hmmmmmmm I read so many.
What was your greatest musical discovery?
I didn't make any this year
What did you want and get?
The Yankees beat the Red Sox in the ALCS in dramatic fashion. And they wore down Pedro Martinez in the clincher. Aw yeah.
What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
The Yankees winning the World Series or being at Game 7 to see them beat Boston in person.
How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2003?
New York professional
What kept you sane?
My friends and cats.
Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?
Rocco DiSpirito the chef. Grrrr there's something about him.
What political issue stirred you the most?
The war in Iraq
Who did you miss?
Jennifer Lopez because she wasn't in the news enough in 2003...yeah ok.
Who was the best new person you met?
My new coworker Raquel.
Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2003:
Men suck and they don't give a shit about anyone else beside themselves...ok just one of them. The rest of them are wonderful.
Quote a song lyric that sums up your year:
"One day I'll fly away...leave all this to yesterday."
See? Insane.
I am sick. Nothing too terrible, just a cold I think. I hope. It better not turn into anything else.
I have no New Years plans yet. I had a couple of offers but who knows. We shall see. If I am sick I won’t be doing anything.
Last year was so much fun. I was so wasted. I could hardly walk. Heh.
I am not in the mood to work. I should be doing SOMETHING but I am not motivated to do anything. Especially since half the office is out. Including the supervisor and both team managers.
I also hate being sick at work.
Oh God I heard “I Honestly Love You” yesterday in the car and started crying because of what it reminds me of from the “Boy From Oz”. Sigh.
I said goodbye to my 15 year old cat last night because I have a feeling that was the last time I’d be seeing her. Aw boo boo.
Crap I’m crying again.
I’VE CRIED ENOUGH THIS YEAR!!!
Oh my God I was so emotional that ESPN showed a story on a man with cerebral palsy and I was crying like a freak. My brother was making fun of me. I was crying all weekend.
Oy.
And I don’t have tissues.
Damn it.
Stace
December 27th 2003
I am really pissed. I am getting sick. I don’t want to be sick for New Year’s. Not that I have any plans because I have no idea what I am doing that night but I do not want to be sick in bed while everyone else is out doing something. I took 2 Tylenol. They better kick in. Damn it.
I HATE POP UP ADS!!!!!
WAAAAAAA I don’t want to be sick. I think I am going to try and relax and take a bath or something.
I am hot, then I am cold. I sneeze and then suddenly I feel a sick twinge in my nose, like it’s not going to clear up now.
Ugh! I jinxed myself. I kept saying, “I never get sick!” Dumbass.
And I was supposed to go out tonight.
Stupid immune system.
Stace
December 26th 2003
My 15 year old cat is dying. I am so sad right now. I cry every time I look at her. 
I am at the parents’ house. Freezing my ass off. I am so used to my Africa hot apartment now that I can’t even take room temperature.
I hope everyone’s Christmas was nice. Mine was ok. I was a little out of it. I was getting a fever towards the end of the day but I was fine by 8 last night. Uh oh right as I typed that sentence I felt a twinge in my nose. Like a sick twinge.
I don’t want to be sick!
My babies are here with me. And they haven’t knocked my Mom’s Christmas tree down yet. (cross your fingers)
All I need is my Mom chasing after poor Jack and Henry.
My brother got me “Sixteen Candles” “Breakfast Club” and “Weird Science” on DVD. WOO HOO!
It would help if my DVD player were hooked up in my apartment.
Someone needs to help me with that because I am a girl and don’t know what the hell I am doing with electronics.
My dad gave me $100, like he does every Christmas. My mom got me a lot of stuff. My favorites being a Strawberry Shortcake doll and a Cookie Monster watch.
Coooooookie.
Jack and Henry were so excited to be able to sleep with their mommy last night. I usually lock them out of my room because they start knocking things around at 5am. It was so cute. Jack was rubbing his nose into mine. Henry slept under my ass. Heh. He likes my ass…like most men. HAHAHA!
Oh I just cracked myself up with that one.
I’ll write more later.
Stace
December 24th 2003
Okay I am loopy because I literally didn’t sleep a wink last night. I just read a headline on Yahoo that made me scream out loud with laughter, “Reindeer Tackles NBC Reporter”. Thank God I wasn’t drinking anything because it would have been all over the place. Heh.
I took a 30-minute nap on the floor of an empty office. I woke up drooling and my right hand was asleep from being stuck underneath my chin. That was a sight.
I can’t wait to sleep.
For the next three days.
Oh so you’re probably wondering why I didn’t sleep last night and no it’s not because Stacey had one of her crying/thinking all night about things she has no control of episodes. It was actually a nice reason for a change!
I kinda sorta “reconnected” with someone last night. QC if you’re reading Chris was looking for you.
And it was nice and now I feel like the world’s biggest jackass because of things I’ve said about this person in the past. You live and you learn right? So you know who you are and I know you told me not to apologize but I am.
And get some sleep.
There was a bar called Pfiff across the street from where I was last night which cracked my ass up because my coworker and I have this thing where we do the Pffffffff sound if someone says something we don’t agree with or if they say something stupid. And I was going to take a picture of it with my camera phone but forgot.
I made out like a bandit at work this year present-wise.
I got a Tiffany key chain from my supervisor, $50 and a really cool Yankee clock from my Account manger Joe. My former Account Manager Denis B got me a $50 gift card to Saks. My coworker Birky got me a box of Godiva chocolate, as did my coworker ML who also got me a Godiva 2003 Stuffed Bear and a book on how to cheer myself up. She knows me so well. My Secret Santa got me a Jason Giambi shirt. My coworker Tom got me a $25 gift card for Waldenbooks, another coworker Tina got me a body lotion from Origins that smells like Tangerine. And my former Account Manager Denis S got me 2 lottery tickets. Please god let me win $25000.
Okay I have to go home. I have to meet my dad at my apartment. He’s bringing me home for the holidays. I have to clean the litter box because it’s OUT OF CONTROL. Sometimes it’s like I have 15 cats instead of 2.
I also have to get my laundry together so I can do it at Mom and Dad’s.
I hope everyone has a safe and healthy holiday. I may be able to write from my parents’ house since they have a NORMAL computer.
Stace
December 16th 2003
Everyone is handing the 2004 AL East Title to the Red Sox already. The games need to be played. Before 1998 did anyone think the Yankees would win 114 games? No. I am sick and tired of everyone thinking that the Red Sox are a lock to win it all when they get Alex Rodriguez. No one knows what the hell is going to happen. So seriously shut up. It’s December. Start the discussions again in April when the actual season starts.
And then there are those who are saying the Yankees won’t even get the Wild Card. Well I know one thing…George Steinbrenner is an assclown who needs to stop making the baseball decisions. The Yanks did very well when he wasn’t interfering. Now that he is again, there will be another long playoff/championship drought.
Ooo they are running the Queer As Folk promos…teases! The damn show doesn’t start until April I think. They’re so mean! I cannot wait that long.
At least Sex and the City and Curb Your Enthusiasm are starting again on January 4th. Yay!
I am in the mood to rearrange my desk. I get bored every couple of months and like to change things around.
I think I just received a sign from God that I need to change my profession…I’ll keep you posted.
Stace
December 15th 2003
Did I really see a disheveled and disoriented Sadaam Hussein on my TV? Was I dreaming? I thought I was when I first saw it. I woke up and turned on the TV expecting to see news coverage of the snowstorm we had here in NY yesterday. Instead I see some haggard looking Arab man with a tongue depressor in his mouth and the graphic at the bottom of the screen that says, “SADAAM CAPTURED”. I screamed out, “Oh my God!” And called my parents who found it amusing that I was just waking up at nearly 1:00PM in the afternoon.
I am still in shock. It doesn’t seem real. Part of me still thinks they pulled fast one on us and that it is one of his 6 doubles.
I was reading the newspaper and it had a list of some of the things Sadaam Hussein has done in his reign of terror. Besides killing villages of his own people, the man killed his own son in law. What a sick person. Some of the stuff is too horrifying to think about.
I hope they execute the asshole. But that it is a slow painful death and that everyone around the world gets to see it. Especially the people who lost loved ones to that monster. But knowing the pussies in Europe they’ll reject the idea of execution. Sorry I should not generalize. The pussies are the leaders of the European countries. I’m talking to you France, Germany and Russia.
Ooo I am going to get hate mail because of that statement. Oh well. That’s the beauty of my country. I am allowed FREEDOM OF SPEECH.
So if I want to say that Gerhard Schoeder, Jacques Chriac and Vladimir Putin are pussies, I can.
Do I agree with my country’s involvement in the whole Iraq conflict? Not entirely. I think the Iraqis should decide how to govern their own country BUT I am one happy camper now that the Ace of Spades (we think) has been caught.
We have a few more people in Iraq to find and we also need to capture that rat Bin Laden.
I am happy for the people of Iraq who have been ruled by that maniac for the past 24 years. Maybe now they can live and not feel like prisoners in their own land. I couldn’t even imagine what that was like.
Oh so the ACCP was actually cancelled and then reinstated. So it can still be called the ACCP but it now stands for the “Actually Cancelled Christmas Party”.
ASSCLOWNS.
Now I am definitely more motivated to get REALLY drunk. Luckily I am half alcoholic and can hold my liquor. Aw yeah. The only downer is that it is supposed to rain on Wednesday. I was going to get my hair straightened. I guess that’s out of the question now. So I may do the reverse and curl my hair. We’ll see what I feel like doing.
Who the hell knows.
OH!!! I knew I had a funny story to tell. My grandma is still a pistol at 95 years old. Some background: My aunt Mary (my mom’s sister) was always the skinny one in the family. My mom and her sisters Dolores and Kathleen were more voluptuous, and Mary was a stick figure. Well, now Mary is 60 years old and she is gaining weight. She is not fat by any means but she thinks she is “fat”. Well her best friend is NOT a small woman at all and my Aunt was telling a story about her friend saying how big my Aunt’s ass has gotten and my grandma without missing a beat says, “Yeah like she’s one to talk.” HAHAHAHAHA.
My aunt Mary is like me, we both have warped body images. We think that gaining weight is bad and that if we’re not “skinny”, we’re fat, even though we look normal to everyone else. It’s bad. But hey at least I admit it.
I am getting better with that, although Saturday didn’t help me at all.
I went out to a bar in the village Saturday night and skinny little 20-21 year olds surrounded me. First of all I felt old, secondly I felt huge and last…I am getting my ass back into the gym. I am not fat but I have lost some of the muscle that I was getting back at the end of the summer.
I was trying to dance to “Hey Ya” by Outkast but damn that is a hard song to dance to without looking spastic.
They also were playing some random songs. “We Built This City” by Starship and some dumbass song that was out when I was in college called, “Return of the Mac”. (I can’t remember who sang it)
Although they did play “Shoop” by Salt N Pepa, which was funny because I didn’t realize that I knew all of the words to the song. Heh.
I was also playing air guitar when Jessie’s Girl by Rick Springfield came on. I looked more like the Addicted to Love girls then Rick Springfield, but I made people laugh.
One of my friends was dancing with a girl and it looked like they were auditioning for Dance Fever or something. Good lord. She had her legs wrapped around him and he was twirling her all around. It was so funny.
I admit I was a little jealous because she was so small and tiny and could get away with dancing like that. I would probably kill someone if I tried that.
I could dance like that though. I have dance training. Aw yeah.
I plan to let loose at the Christmas party. I can’t wait.
I am listening to my 80s mix right now. “I’m Your Man” by Wham is on. Hee.
Baby I’m your man…If you gonna do it, do it right, right, do it with me.
Was I the only one who knew he was singing to another boy at that point in time?
I watched the second half of Angels in America. Wow. It was really good.
I’m glad I actually watched something like that. I never usually do. But seeing the commercials everyday on HBO sucked me in.
Oh yay. A memo from the big boss: The grinch who nearly stole our Christmas Party was given more responsibility. Yippee. Assclown.
The Queer Eye guys need to come to this building and makeover some of the guys here.
That would be a hoot.
I watched “A Mighty Wind” on Saturday. That was so funny. I love Christopher Guest. He is insane.
Oh yay. The average age of the Yankees is now 85.7 years of age. And to quote one of my Internet message board buddies on nyyfans.com, “Thank geritol isn’t a banned substance in the MLB”.
Stace
December 11th 2003
George Steinbrenner needs to be euthanized. I have had enough. Thanks for losing Andy Pettitte. We appreciate that a lot.
And Andy believe me after you spend a year with your family you’ll be wishing you were away from them again.
Ugh. What a bad day. It’s raining and dreary and now we are losing Andy Pettitte and who are we getting in his place? A nearly 40-year-old overpaid pitcher. Get your Members Only jackets, Aqua Net and Acid Washed Jeans out folks because we are regressing back to the Yankee way of the 80s.
The bright side is that I will probably be able to get good seats in a couple of years because all of the bandwagon people who started liking the Yankees in 1996 will abandon ship.
Sharon Osbourne had an affair with Randy Rhoads? WHAAAAAT? Wow.
Oh apparently our Christmas party was going to be cancelled but the club wouldn’t give the deposit back. Good. Assholes. I think we all should not show up and really screw them over.
The Christmas party is the one thing that we do as a group. And they tried to take that away from us. Fuckers.
Hugh Jackman must win the Tony for Best Actor in a Musical. He kicked some major ass in “The Boy from Oz”. The show itself wasn’t that great and when he leaves it will probably tank but he is just so wonderful in it.
And his arms…Good lord. I sat in the 8th row for the first half of the show and then the first row for the second half. It was lovely being that close to him. He’s so pretty.
Christmas needs to get here soon because I am close to chopping that stupid tree down. I cannot take the amount of people here everyday. I can’t even go out to get lunch because every place is filled with 8 million people.
The worst thing about the tourists who are preventing me from getting my lunch is that they come here in groups. Is that necessary? Like the group of 5 morons who were blocking 2 turnstiles last night in the subway station because one of the morons didn’t know how to work their Metrocard. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD MOVE.
My advice to holiday travelers who are coming into New York to experience a New York Christmas:
Do not stand in the middle of any pedestrian passageway; you are blocking people from getting somewhere. Everyone in New York is trying to get somewhere and we don’t like when we have to walk around a group of people standing there lost. Move over to the side.
If you are going to walk slow and soak in the sights, move to the right. Follow the rules of the road. Again you are blocking people from getting somewhere.
Most New Yorkers only have an hour lunch break and we don’t want to spend it waiting in line behind people who don’t know how to read menus. And if you don’t know what to get don’t invite 15 friends over to help you decide. One is enough.
Do not place your shopping bags in a chair that could be used by someone. Your shopping bags go on the floor.
The Rockefeller Christmas Tree is a pretty sight. I’ll admit it. But when you are walking towards it, don’t look up at it. Please watch where you are going and then look up when you find a place to stand. I don’t want to have to throw an elbow at you.
This isn’t really meant to be mean spirited. We love that people come to our city and enjoy it. Well, most of us. There are some people who aren’t as nice as I am. They will yell and push you if you don’t move.
Hmmm I am feeling a little twinge of sickness in the back of my throat. Shocker. Everyone here is getting the damn flu.
I better not be sick for the almost canceled Christmas party. The ACCP if you will.
I like that. I am going to refer to it as the ACCP.
Okay I should get to work. I am being a bad girl and updating during work hours and not during lunch. I have lunch plans unless my friend flakes on me for a second day in a row.
Stace
December 4th 2003
Okay shooting the commercial was a lot of fun. We had a new director and he let us be silly. I won’t be seen at all because the main news anchor Chuck Scarborough was placed right in front of me. Oh well. You can see my left ear and maybe half of my mouth.
I am not mad though because it was so much fun and anytime I am away from my desk is great.
So it’s 1:22pm and I still don’t know if I am going to the dinner/show thing tonight. Isn’t that nice?
I love being appreciated. My dad told me that next time they ask me to do something to say no.
I love my dad he cracks me up.
Write this date down because I am about to make a statement. The Yankee front office is made up of a bunch of Assclowns. Why did you trade Nick Johnson????? Jesus. We don’t know how Giambi’s knee is going to respond to surgery. He could end like Mark McGwire. Unless they have something else up their sleeves and then I will have to take back my assclown comment. But for now they are Assclowns.
I love that when I type the word assclown, spell check corrects me and wants me to type it capitalized. Heh.
Oh I made Sue Simmons laugh! She, along with Chuck Scarborough, is one of the biggest news anchors in New York. That was cool.
The boys were cracking me up last night. My mother and I ordered Chinese food and the cats were going insane from the smell of the chicken.
Mommy is at the apartment supervising. The bathroom was supposed to be retiled. We shall see. I wouldn’t be surprised if it didn’t happen today.
I am listening to the best version of “The Christmas Song” sung by Nat King Cole.
USA Today is reporting that the Yankees signed Kenny Lofton. Are we signing the entire league? Jesus.
Stace
December 3rd 2003
I made a 70s mix on my work computer. I am listening to “Love is Thicker than Water” by Andy Gibb.
Aw.
I wrote a list of 100 things I hate. I am too lazy to type it out. Maybe I will at some point.
Guess what is happening tonight? They are lighting the tree. Yippee. Not.
I can’t wait to go home to my warm and toasty apartment and watch it on TV and laugh at the idiots who are freezing their tits off to watch it person.
Then again I am going to be one of the idiots freezing her tits off to be in the Christmas commercial tomorrow morning so I shouldn’t really talk. My buddy from last year, the morning sports guy said he’s not doing it. I’m a little upset about that. I had fun with him. He made me laugh so hard I was crying.
I wonder when they are going to inform me about tomorrow night’s dinner and a show. I predict that they are going to tell me, “Oh sorry we didn’t have an extra ticket.” At 4:55. Assclowns.
Stace
December 1st 2003
I am in the midst of eating a marble cheesecake brownie. It’s SFG.
I am also in the midst of a two week long PMS session. If I don’t get my period soon I am going to scream. The good news is I have nothing to worry about. The bad news is I am bloated and my whole body is aching. Stupid Uterus.
So we found out that we are singing “Rockin Around the Christmas Tree” in the commercial this year. Yay! I love that song. We’re shooting it Thursday morning, which of course is already forecasted to be FREEZING because it wouldn’t be the NBC Christmas Commercial if we weren’t freezing our asses off. Hopefully this year it won’t snow. Yes the snow made the commercial look pretty but it sucked being in it. It seemed that whenever they yelled “action!” the snow would blow into our faces and whenever they were switching film or something the wind would stop.
I love being a bitch to people for no reason. It’s fun. Well, technically there is a reason…but they don’t need to know that.
My right wrist is killing me. It aches whenever I type and I get a sharp pain that shoots from my palm through to the top of my hand if I press my hand into anything, like a door. How annoying.
I wore my girly pink coat to work today. I got looks from people. Hee. Nice looks, not obnoxious ones.
I watched Queer Eye for the Straight Guy like 6 times this weekend. I saw the episode with the toupee guy whose mother was upset that they removed it about 4 times. Whatever lady. He looks better now. The rug looked assy.
The grooming guy Kyan was asking the other guys for advice on how to start the hair conversation and Carson the fashion guy says, “How about, ‘Your toupee looks like shit.’” BWAHAHAHAHA!
I want Thom the interior design guy to do my apartment. He’s so good.
My mom made a comment about Kyan always having his arms out. He’s almost always wears sleeveless t-shirts. I said to my mom, “Why you gotta be a hata?” Damn. I like the arms. Why you gotta waste my flava?
How do you go about telling someone they’re poison and you’re better off without them?
My cousin Chris went to Sin City for Thanksgiving. That must have been cool. I have to go back there again for a longer visit.
There is a story in today’s NY Post that firefighters are running off with the 9/11 widows were assigned to look after. What the fuck?
What’s wrong with people?
I made the mistake of going outside during lunch today. The fuckin tree isn’t even lit yet and people are looking at it. GO AWAY YOU ASSCLOWNS!
Come back Thursday. Ugh.
Okay I gotta go. My wrist is killing me. OW.
Stace
Famous person sighting of the week: Ewan McGregor 11/29/03
Saturday night my brother calls me on my cell phone from work (at the gas station) and says, "You'll never guess who's here." So I ask, "Who?" And he says, "That actor Ewan McGregor." I screamed out, 'GET HIS AUTOGRAPH FOR RACQUEL!!!" So my brother did. He wrote on a piece of paper, "To Racquel, All my best, Ewan McGregor" AHHHHHHH
Apparently he was hiking somewhere upstate with his family and stopped at my bro's gas station which is off the highway and on the way back towards the city.
How cool is that?!?
I didn't get an autograph for myself because my poor brother felt bad asking him for the one but he was nice about it.
November 24th 2003
I have given up hoping for an idiot free week because within a minute of leaving my apartment I encounter at least 2 idiots on the streets of Inwood.
I can’t even try for an idiot free day unless they shut our Chicago station down completely.
Ugh.
My account manager was joking about my positive attitude and I said, “Yeah I am positive that Chicago SUCKS!”
I downloaded Prince’s greatest hits into my computer. I am listening to “Cream”.
The painter showed up today. So my ceilings will be done. HALLELUJAH!
Is it just me or are there too many military helicopter crashes? WTF?
I ventured down to Century 21 on Saturday and bought the cutest pink coat. I felt so girly when I put on. It’s all I bought. I was a good girl.
I ended up seeing a really good play on Saturday night. It was called “Pick Up Axe” and it revolved around the computer industry in the early 80s.
I had shopper’s arm on Saturday from carrying my coat around all day. Shopper’s arm is similar to tennis elbow. December is officially shopper’s arm month. I got it early.
My cats were both under my bed today attacking my feet while I was attempting to get dressed. Little shits.
I just found a disposable camera in my desk…it’s used but I have no idea what it’s from. Hmmm. I am almost afraid to get it developed.
I really think I am going to do my Christmas shopping online this year. I am going to start this week.
(Yeah right)
I feel really bad for Alonzo Mourning. He announced today that he has to retire from basketball because his kidneys are deteriorating. He’ll need a transplant. At 33, his career is over. I can’t imagine being such a fierce competitor and having to end it all at a relatively young age.
Then again I don’t feel that bad because he has money out the ass.
At least he can afford to pay his hospital bills.
Oh boy big Monday night football game tonight, not. The New York Giants who suck ass against the Tampa Bay Bucs who also suck ass. Tampa Bay will kill the Giants.
That’s my prediction.
I cannot believe Thanksgiving is on Thursday. I can’t believe I’m going to be eating Thanksgiving dinner at my parents’ house and not at my Grandma’s. Well especially because I am living in my Grandma’s apartment and I am definitely not hosting any holidays, not yet.
I am in that mood again where certain people are just pissing me off by breathing.
Uh oh.
Stace
November 21st 2003
I am sure Paris Hilton is thrilled that someone else is stealing her thunder right now then again, maybe not. Her show is starting soon on Fox. Maybe she wants attention.
All of the parents who let their children stay with Michael Jackson should also be sent to jail IF he is found guilty.
Repeat after me: It is not normal for a 45-year-old man to be having sleepover with 12-year-old boys. Any psychologist will tell you the same thing.
Oooo I just got the boots I ordered online!!! WOO HOO! I am attempting to be trendy by wearing Uggs. But they’re black not Sand like the famous people wear. They’re also the shorter ones.
If I find a pair of tall Sand Uggs in size 9 this weekend they are MINE.
If you are “friends” with someone it should be okay for you to go to lunch with them, right?
Yeah thought so.
Okay so tomorrow I want to have a Stacey day. Of course this is not definite yet. It all depends on the arrival of a monthly nuisance. If she stays away until Sunday I will be a very happy camper. If she arrives tomorrow then I will postpone Stacey day until Sunday.
Stacey day is tentatively scheduled to include a visit to the Museum of Natural History, OR the Metropolitan Museum of Art, a window shopping excursion specifically Barney’s because I have never been there and want to see how the famous people live, a walk through Central Park and possibly a movie. I want to see “Love Actually”. Just because there’s no romance in my life it doesn’t mean I shouldn’t go out and enjoy a sweet romantic comedy.
I am going on a date with New York. I am Carrie Bradshaw.
Yeah right. In some ways I wish I were Carrie Bradshaw from Sex and the City. I’d be writing a column in a newspaper, I’d have tons of cool shoes, I’d have a best selling book (a nice chunk of change from the advance), I’d have a group of friends who would meet with me every week for brunch so we could shoot the shit and I’d have a pain in the ass like Mr. Big in my life.
Three-day week next week! Woo hoo!
I love those.
I think I am going to do a mini spa thing tonight. Facial mask, do my fingernails, toenails, shave, moisturize etc etc.
Should be fun. I also want to dye my hair. I am in the mood for a change.
RIP Jonathan Brandis and Patricia Broderick, mother of Matthew.
Stace
November 18th 2003
I would like to wish a Happy Birthday to my friend Melissa out in Minnesota. She’s 27 years old. I hope you have a good one Mel.
Okay what the FUCK is wrong with the Baseball Writers Association? Albert Pujols should be MVP not Barry “Asshole” Bonds. I loathe him. Maybe if Pujols bats .400 next year instead of .359 he could win MVP. Or have 80 HRs and 200 RBIs? Jesus.
I wish Barry Bonds would go away. You’re never winning a World Series so just go the fuck away.
The Mets want A Rod. So A Rod can go to another team with no pitching and lose again. What’s the point?
Don’t do it Alex. Be smart.
Could this day go any slower?
And yippee we got an email about a baby being born to an outer office employee. I don’t mean to sound insensitive, oh hell, yes I do. Do I give a shit about someone I don’t know having a baby? No. I don’t. So please for the love of God leave me off the emails.
Can married people calm down and STOP having babies? Please? I have had enough for the next ten years.
God.
I am beyond cranky right now probably because I had no sleep last night. I had one of those nights when no position was comfortable. No matter what I did I couldn’t fall asleep. It sucked. And of course tonight I want to watch the new “Queer Eye” episode and I’ll be asleep by 8.
Damn it.
Wow when I said those camera phones were dangerous I wasn’t kidding. You can take pictures of anything. And I mean anything.
Can the Giants suck some more? I wonder…Hmmmm. Is it possible?
New York is the number one city on the planet and all of our sports teams (minus my boys of course) SUCK. That’s too much pressure on the Yankees.
The Knicks? Suck. The Jets? Please. The Rangers? Yeah ok. The Mets? Zzzzzz. The aforementioned New York Football Giants are the suckiest sucks that ever sucked.
News shocker of the day: Police are searching Michael Jackson’s ranch because of a 12 year old boy’s allegations…its deja vu all over again.
Um why the hell did Britney Spears get a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame?! She’s been “famous” for just about 5 years. I am sure there are most deserving “stars” who have been around longer who aren’t on the walk of fame yet. GMaFB.
Okay I am going to go. I still have work to do. Damn it. Stupid job.
Stace
November 13th 2003
It’s the most pain in the ass time of the year. The tree is coming or it may already be here. I refuse to go outside and look.
Why is everyone giving Paris Hilton a hard time for making a sex tape? Hell if I looked like her I would do that too. It’s a shame it got out and was publicized but shit happens, right?
People need to leave her alone. People make sex tapes all the time.
So I got a new picture phone. Those things are dangerous. All I do is take pictures of my cats.
It’s pathetic but they are my babies.
The weather forecast for today is pretty scary. It’s supposed to become really windy, as in 70 MPH gusts.
AUNTIE EM AUNTIE EM!!!
Physique hair products kick ass. I bought curl-defining gel and I am so bouncy and curly today! I love it and feel so girly!
I am looking out the window right now and it looks nice out. Then again I am 26 stories up and have no idea what’s happening below me.
People could be blowing all over the place.
Yeah that sounded good.
I think I am going to start my Christmas shopping early this year. (Yeah ok) I say that every year and always wait until Christmas Eve to do it.
Okay it’s too bright out. This chick that is in my former account managers now empty office needs to lower the damn shade. I am going blind.
So we found yesterday where and when our Christmas party is. I am in SHOCK they let us know a month in advance. And to top it all off it is in a pretty cool place downtown in Chelsea. I am so excited and I already know what I am wearing. I am going to look so hot. I am also thinking of getting my hair done and maybe even getting my make up done.
Yay! Something to look forward to for a change!
I can’t believe Thanksgiving is coming up. I have no plans this year. I have no idea what my family is doing.
Oh another cool thing about my new cell phone. I can take pictures of people and then when they call me I can make it so I actually see who is calling me before I open my phone! How cool is that!?
I could also do perverted things with it like send naughty pics of myself to people but I would NEVER do that…ever.
I hate when I am in a good mood because I know someone will do something to screw it up, because they ALWAYS do.
Fuckers.
Why am I pluralizing it? It’s usually one person.
So Derek Jeter was playing with a badly injured thumb during the ALCS and World Series and still hit better than people who were 100% healthy.
That’s my boy.
Did anyone else see how strange Courtney Love looked on Access Hollywood last night? Yikes.
I have to go to the dentist on Saturday. Yippee.
Just a cleaning…but I have to go to the oral surgeon soon to get all four of my wisdom teeth taken out. Oy.
I am NOT looking forward to that.
Hey my former account manager is here! How strange. Is he psychic?
I wonder if his ears were burning.
Heh.
Okay I have massive amounts of work to do so I am going to be a good girl and do it.
Stace
November 5th 2003
It’s almost that time of year again. The time of year when I get left out of events until the last minute but only because I bitch about being left out.
Stupid place.
This time it’s a dinner/Broadway show thing that our LA station is organizing. I went last year because there were leftover tickets. There better be leftover tickets again.
I work just as hard for that station they should be doing something for me as well. Assholes. And they are going to see the Boy from Oz with Hugh Jackman.
I WANNA GO!!! WAAAA!
Okay hissy fit over.
I am in one of those moods where certain people are pissing me off and for no reason. Just the sight and thought of them is pissing me off. I think I woke up on the wrong side of the bed.
Congratulations to David Letterman and his girlfriend (wife-who knows) on the birth of their son. Another boy. Yay!
Stacey’s brush with fame: I was walking to get my lunch and didn’t realize I was walking next to Matt Lauer, his wife and their son. We all went down the stairs together (they’re wide) and they were counting the steps with their son and he looked over at me and smiled at me, so I smiled back. Little boys always flirt with me. What’s up with that?!
I got the issue of Vanity Fair with my man Gale Harold on the cover. It’s the December issue, the cover is all white and he is sprawled out on the bottom. I would love to be that floor.
Ahem, excuse me.
Donnie Baseball clap clap clap clap clap.
I must finish eating and then get back to work, like a good employee.
Then again maybe I won’t. I’ll work if I am allowed to go see The Boy from Oz too. Fuckers.
Stace
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