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July 19th 2004
I can't believe I'm back from Las Vegas. I was hoping I'd play a slot machine and win big so I'd be able to give my notice ar work and live happily ever after, rich. Oh well no such luck.
I think it's funny that I prayed to God that I wouldn't get my period in Vegas and he complied. How many people pray to be late? Not many.
Actually I still haven't gotten it, hmmmmm.
The MGM Grand is HUGE. The pool area is tremendous. It's a very nice place. I enjoyed going to the Lion Habitat and watching the kitties. They were so cute.
I forgot to pack underwear, (DUH) so I had to go to Caesars Palace the second day and go to the Forum Shops and get undies. I also got makeup and body lotion. I am so weak. But salesperson was very persuasive. She told me I had a great face. Okay lady don't get too crazy ok?
I didn't make out with anyone. I actually didn't really meet any guys. Oh wait yes I did, by the hotel pool. One guy walked up to me and said, "You're getting red girl." I was like, "Um thanks."
How is it possible that I just figured out a lyric to a song that was released 24 years ago? I JUST FIGURED IT OUT. And now that I know what it is I feel like an asshat for not knowing it.
I bought a lot of stuff in Vegas. I bought a $139 pair of jeans because I have never done that and they make my ass look GOOD. I also bought a hot bikini that will look a lot better when I lose 15 pounds. Heh. It makes the girls look tremendously big. I bought a tank top that says, "I will always land on my feet" which I was thought was so appropriate for me.
I "danced" on the bar at Coyote Ugly. I was extremely embarrassed and I hated being forced up there by the bitchy chicks who worked there. I needed a few more drinks in me and a few less pounds on my ass for me to feel comfortable. But I hid in the back of my friends. But I was still pissed about it.
Stupid skinny Coyote Ugly bitches!
Yay! More pictures! Http://www.oocities.org/melndarin/Vegas1
That should work.
I'm exhausted and have to go to bed and go to work. Bleh.
Stace
July 18th 2004
Bleh I'm back from Vegas.
I'll write more when I'm less jetlagged.
Stace
July 10th 2004
Happy Birthday Gale Harold. Grrrrrr.
So today was the 58th Annual Old Timers Game. It was fun! And it was such a beautiful day out. I was a good girl and put my SPF 30 on. I got some color but no burn. Aw yeah. Other people weren't so lucky. Yikes.
We had two guys fighting behind us. That was funny. One of them was beyond annoying and didn't shut up the entire damn game (The actual Yankee game). Racquel was like "Oh for the love of God shut up!"
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
We had our wishes come true today. Tino Martinez was on first as Giambi was playing first and vice versa. GRRRRRRRRRRRR. A Martinez/Giambi sandwich. Oy.
Hee.
Luis Sojo hit a home run during the Old Timers game. That was hilarious. We gave him a big hand. They honored Thurman Munson by having his wife throw out the first pitch while surrounded by his teammates from the 70s. Yes I was misty eyed.
And I of course freaked out when they introduced Don Mattingly. The guys who sit behind me were like, "Ok Stacey calm down." Heh.
He still got the biggest hand.
During the Yankees/Devil Ray game I said, "A Rod hit a homer." BOOM. He did. Racquel was like, "You're a freak."
What can I say?
I am giving away my tickets to the August 8th game because it's Daniel's christening. Yay!
I'm going to try and get my birthday on the Diamondvision on August 22nd. They're on the road for my actual birthday. Assholes. Kidding.
"Happy 30th Birthday Stacey Love Jack and Henry."
"Happy 30th Birthday Stacey, Love Jason"
"Happy 30th Birthday Stacey! Love always Derek"
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
I ate too much at the Stadium and all bad stuff! Bad Stacey.
I was proposed to once at the Stadium and it was by a name I was involved with at some point. It was very funny.
I think I'm getting a tattoo in Vegas. A 30th birthday present to myself.
Woo hoo! Vegas in 5 days!
I'm going to attempt to go to sleep which is impossible in this neighborhood. Friggin lowlifes I live with.
Stace
OH MY GOD A COCKROACH JUST CLIMBED UP MY LEG!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
I just killed the motherfucker. I am so grossed out right now.
Stace
July 8th 2004
Okay I asked God to make my life a little better. And he did. We’re getting a cabana at the MGM Grand AND we get our own cabana boy! Woo to the hoo!
Hopefully it’s a cabana boy it better not be some hot chick who will make me feel inadequate.
We got the forecast and it’s supposed to be 107 the day we arrive in the Vegas. My coworker Tom-ass as I like to call him said, “Yeah but it’s a dry heat.” Look 107 is 107 is 107. It’s fookin hot.
I worked out again today even though my thighs are on fire!
It felt really good though. And even though I felt like I was going to die 3 minutes 26 seconds into the workout I pictured specific people in front of me and that made me work my soon to be small ass off. Hehe.
Being pissed off at people is a great motivator.
It’s different working out when you aren’t trying to impress a certain person.
It feels good to do it for myself.
So I’m going out tonight, tomorrow night, Saturday afternoon and Sunday afternoon. Aw yeah.
Okay back to work.
Stace
July 7th 2004
Happy Birthday to my coworker Jessica who is 26 today. I think. Yeah she is. I just IMed her and she confirmed it. Bleh she’s my brother’s age! Twenty-six seems so long ago. Twenty-six was pretty good to me. I started off with my guest appearances on Dawson’s Creek, the Yankees beat the Mets in the World Series and I partied with some of the Yanks that night. I won $350 in a baby pool. Pretty cool.
God, I’d like 30 to start off well. Okay? Thanks. I deserve it. 2004 was supposed to be my year and so far it has sucked ass.
It’s halfway over and it’s still not too late to salvage what’s left of it.
I have my first training session today.
Aw yeah.
Oh and get this. I have plans for Thursday, Friday, Saturday AND Sunday. Thursday possibly going out with Racquel and her boyfriend and one of his friends, NOT the crazy one, thank God. Friday going out with girls from work. Saturday is Old Timer’s Day at the Stadium. Yay! And Sunday I have another game. Wow. I’m not used to doing that much.
“It’s not all me. It’s not all my fault. I may remind you. But I won’t take it all on.” Thank you Alanis.
Congratulations to Alex Rodriguez and his wife, they are expecting a girl. He has sissy sperm!!!! Kidding.
That little girl is going to get everything she could ever want. I want to be A Rod’s daughter.
RIP to Eric Douglas, half brother of Michael, son of Kirk.
Jason Giambi is going to be in the Home Run Derby. I have mixed feelings about this. He’s been so sick lately that it would be a good thing for him to get his timing and strength back. And hey I would love nothing more than to see him sweaty, grunting and swinging a bat. BUT being in the Home Run Derby last year aggravated his knee. We’ll see. But hey I have another All Star Jersey to buy this year. Hee.
Why can’t the people around here learn how to use the distribution lists instead of sending emails to everyone that we all don’t need to read?
I am actually looking forward to working out again.
Oh and my babies will be home today! Yay!
I missed them climbing all over me. At least when they’re around and I hear noises I know it’s them. Last night I was hearing all sorts of funky noises and I kept getting scared. Heh.
I think I am going to change my outgoing message at home, “You've reached (my number) if this is in regards to the ceiling and bathroom repairs please leave a date and time so we can make arrangements for the work to finally be done, If you are a solicitor, fuck off and die. Thanks and have a great day.”
What do you think? Too harsh?
Okay what the fuck? The Met fan that left the broom in my cubicle is going to this afternoon’s Yankee game and not only that he’s sitting in a luxury box. That shit pisses me off.
Okay it’s gym time…
4:50pm
I’m going to be in agony! My trainer was like, “Where have you been? We missed you.”
I couldn’t even walk down the stairs earlier. Ha. I have to take some Aleve later or I will really be hurting.
A memo to the New York Yankees: If you lose the upcoming series to the Tampa Bay Devil Rays I will fucking kill you all. Thanks!
A memo to Jason Giambi: For the love of Josh Jackson, hit AWAY from the shift. GOD!!!!
A memo to Don Mattingly: I still love you, always will...please show Jason how to slap the ball to the opposite field again.
Right now I am listening to “Save Me” by Jem. No, not the 80s toy, she’s a British artist. I like her. She’s good.
I downloaded more stuff onto my Dell Jukebox. Including Alanis’s new CD. It’s pretty good. I like it.
Why did my legs choose now to start breaking out in some funky ass rash? I’m going to the Vegas in 8 days I need my legs to be okay so I can walk around in 100-degree heat and not have to wear long pants. Bleh.
I’m sure as heck not wearing shorts. Do I even own shorts? I’ll wear skirts that just skim my knees. I do own a couple of those.
One of the girls I am going with was joking about making out with a minimum of 5 guys while we’re there. Heh. I’ll take one. One is enough for me. Then again, we’ll see how drunk I get. I am REALLY friendly when I’m drunk. A little too really friendly if that makes any sense.
That’s when I get into trouble, which is why I don’t drink all that much.
Knowing me I’ll pull a Britney Spears and get married to some dude.
How funny would that be?!?
Wait no that’s not funny.
Maybe I’ll just get a tattoo instead.
Racquel gets drivers terretts and I get workers terretts. I can’t help cursing every 5 seconds when I’m here because everything and everyone is STUPID.
Okay on that note I must go home. I have to see my babies!
Stace
July 6th 2004
I love when my friends come out months later and tell me, “I never liked/trusted so and so.” Um thanks.
I have my Giambi taking his shirt off picture as my wallpaper on my work computer. Hee.
I was told a Met fan left a broom in my cubicle this morning but apparently someone took it away before I could see it. Luckily they did because I would have shoved the broom (bristles first) up that person’s ass. Did I do anything last year when the Yankees swept ALL SIX GAMES? Um no I didn’t.
I’d take a sweep over the Red Sox any day. They’re our closest rivals anyway. And what did they Mets do last night after sweeping the Yankees? They lost to the team who is in first place in their division. Duh.
Worry about the people in your own league jackasses.
Vegas in less than 10 days! WOO HOO!
I cannot wait! I better find a good looking guy who will think I’m funny, smart and pretty so I can have someone to be giddy about for 4 days.
Then I’ll come back here and be miserable again. Heh.
Chrispy is coming home in a month! YAY! That gives me something to look forward to.
I love how I schedule days off from work and things don’t get attached while I am out so I have to attach 3 days worth of paperwork. Thanks.
Other people get help but I don’t. Does that make sense?
Yeah I didn’t think so.
My brother is in Boston on a trip this week and packed all Yankee stuff. I told him he was going to get beer poured on his head there. We’ll see what happens.
My babies are still with their grandparents. I couldn’t bring them down here this morning.
Jack has a girlfriend. One of the stray cats outside seems to like him. My mom captured her and got her spayed last month. So since she’s spayed and Jack is neutered they can hang out. Heh.
At least he has someone…okay I am jealous of my cats now. This is ridiculous.
Bah.
I gotta go before I get even more pissy.
MEN SUCK!!!!!
Er, sorry.
Stace
July 4th 2004
Happy Birthday America and George Steinbrenner!
I held TWO babies yesterday both three months old. Can you believe that??? Racquel and Julie at one point were so shocked at how comfortable I was that they were staring at me in disbelief.
What can I say? I’m getting older, friends are having babies and I have to hold them.
I don’t want one. Not yet.
I guess I should talk about the wedding on Thursday since I had been bitching about it for months.
Let’s talk about what happened BEFORE we even left the house. My dad picked me up in the morning and I went up to my mom and dad’s house. My dad decided we weren’t going to the ceremony because the wait between the ceremony and reception was too long. Fine. More time for me to get ready.
My mom and I go to Payless and I buy a pair of strappy sandals to wear with my new black dress…as I am putting the dress on with the shoes to make sure they look okay I notice something is very wrong with my brand new dress. There are irreversible pulls in the material. Instead of panicking I look in my closet and see the dress I wore for my college graduation. It’s a size 8 so I pray to God that I can fit my ass into it. It fits. It’s a little snug but who really cares. So I end up wearing that dress.
So my mom and I are ready at 5:30. We have to wait for my dad to get ready. He doesn’t finish getting ready until close to 6. Now the reception is at 8 out in Suffolk County Long Island. I figured we’d get there by 9.
We made it out there by 7:40. I have no idea how that is possible but it happened. We ran into some volume on the LIE but once we got Glen Cove Road it was smooth sailing.
So we made it for the cocktail hour.
Hey my Starbucks commercial is on right on. “It’s Stacey’s time!”
My cousin’s husband who I had a crush on when I was a teenager looked me up and down and when his wife, my cousin, was out of earshot he said, “Wow you look incredible.” Heh. 12 years ago I would have loved that. Thursday night it was kind of creepy.
My Cousin Jimmy’s friend Roger who I also had a crush on when I was younger was there and I hadn’t seen him since my Cousin Alexandra’s wedding in 1994. When I walked over to him he looked shocked. He said, “Oh my God you’re a woman. When did that happen???” Heh. Then he said, “How old are you now if you don’t mind me asking?” When I told him I would be 30 next month he freaked out. The last time he saw me I was 19 and still goofy. Thursday night I was wearing makeup, a dress that showed off my figure, my hair was long and wild. I looked hot. I can say it because everyone was telling me so.
My favorite question of the night was “So are you dating anyone?”
My answer, “No because men are stupid.”
Ha.
The reception was nice. I was a little pissed because her bridesmaids were wearing a color I would want, her dress looked like a dress I would wear and the room was decorated just how I would want my reception decorated. Then again, I’m never getting married so I shouldn’t be pissed.
It was nice. I had fun.
My dad even asked me to dance. I almost fainted.
OH!!! How could I forget???
There was a woman who was wearing a hot pink halter-top that was ruffled and showed off her belly…TO A WEDDING! MFWTF? What is wrong with people? She looked absolutely ridiculous.
I don’t understand people sometimes. It’s a black tie optional wedding. You don’t wear a hot pink halter-top to a black tie optional wedding, unless you’re a stripper.
Of course she could be a stripper. Her date looked like the type of guy would date a stripper.
I am so glad I have tomorrow off. I am just so tired. It’s really bad.
I have the boys up here with me. They’re behaving for the most part.
The babies!
Okay it’s 8:44 and I am falling asleep.
Stace
July 3rd 1:12am
I can't write anything other than "Oh my Gah"
I'm literally drooling right now.
Stace
June 30th 2004
I hate when I think of clever/obnoxious things to say/type 24 hours after I send an email. Damn my brain!
This lack of sleep is killing me!
I knew I should have waited before responding. Stupid Stacey.
Yay! I have lunch plans today! Shoe shopping will have to wait.
Woo to the hoo!
We’re going to a sports bar/lounge! My account manager knows me well.
Stace
June 29th 2004
Okay my mood has improved even more. I found and bought a dress for the wedding. My first choice dress was looked better on me but it was extremely low cut and Gus wouldn't like that too much. Every other guy at the wedding would but he wouldn't. But DAMN I looked hot in it and my clevage was out of control. If I were going to a non family wedding I would have gotten it.
And the Yankees spanked the Red Sox 11-3. Aw. Hell. Yeah.
I'm kinda pissed I couldn't go but that's okay.
The Red Sox have got to stop hugging each other it's lame.
Tomorrow is shoe day. I will go out during lunch and find a pair. A nice pair. A hot pair. Now I am excited about this wedding again. Although I'm not excited about having to find something to do for a couple of hours before the reception starts. Then again traffic on the L I E could be bad and we could be stuck for a couple of hours trying to get out to the reception. Heh.
I've lost 6 lbs since Sunday. That can't be healthy. I was 156lbs on Sunday and I just weighed myself an hour ago and I was 150! Aw yeah.
Ten more to go.
VEGAS BABY!!! 16 days!
I also have to decide how I want my hair to look for the wedding. Up, down, straight, curly. Decisions, decisions. Being a woman is hard.
I like that my dress has a slit that goes up above my knee. I was saying to Racquel that I look like a woman in the dress. Instead of looking like young girl playing dress up.
It's weird. I'm finally looking at myself as a woman. Yikes.
I was ma'amed again today. Bleh.
Okay it's 10:20 and I am tired from not getting any sleep last night so I am going to bed.
Goodnight John Boy.
Stace
June 29th 2004
Okay I am in a better mood then last night and certainly better than this morning. I was so bad that I was actually making Racquel laugh on the phone because I was being so ridiculously pissy.
Jason Giambi visited a psychic yesterday. HA.
That’s funny.
Did she say whether or not you’d learn how to throw the ball to second base?
Wow I guess my mood hasn’t improved since I am dissing my favorite Yankee. It’s because he’s a creature with a penis. I hate them all again.
And probably will for a long time.
I wrote the nastiest poem last night. I’ll post it either later tonight or at some point tomorrow. I may be going to the Yankee game tonight.
I had such a bad night’s sleep. It started off okay. I cried myself to sleep around 9:30 but I woke up at 1 and kept waking up every hour. And I had a really weird dream about being pregnant and the doctors telling me that the scheduled me for a C section even though I was only 4 months pregnant and I was trying to explain to them that it was too early but they wouldn’t listen. It was creepy.
When I woke up I felt like I had a belly but it was my covers bunched on my belly. Heh.
I was in such a bad mood this morning that I changed all of the settings on my computer so everything is black.
I might do that with the website as well.
This always happens to me before a milestone birthday. I get depressed about 2 months before and then I wake up on my actual birthday and I’m fine. I have a feeling this year will be different.
Wow I am SHOCKED. I got an email from someone I wasn’t expecting a response from. Wow. Wowee wow wow.
I did send the poor guy a drunken email.
Sorry QC
Stace
June 28th 2004 6:56p
I hate people.
I'm in a really foul mood all of a sudden. I have no idea what brought this foul mood on but I am really pissy.
Hmmmmm why could I be pissed? Maybe because certain people in my life are morons?
Oh and get this now my mom is thinking about not going to the wedding on Thursday because of her back. I told her I will put an IV with liquid Vicodin into her arm because I am NOT going to that wedding alone with my dad. I would rather pluck my pubic hairs out one by one with a tweezer and then clean myself with rubbing alcohol.
Um why is Christina Aguilera suddenly talking like she attended the Spence school in Manhattan? What happened to ghetto Christina?
I laugh my ass off everytime I see Will Ferrell in the "Anchorman" commercials.
I am being really gross and graphic today between picturing Jason Giambi shitting his brains out and me plucking my pubic hair with tweezers...good lord.
Maybe its because of my foul mood. I just don't give a shit.
I really don't. I am tempted to really go off on someone right now.
Oh I know what I can write about. One of my friends was told by someone that he is in love with her even though he is marrying someone else. Um hello? What is the point of sharing that information??? I'd rather not know and think no one loves me then to know that. Jesus. What's wrong with guys? Are they all mentally challenged? Or is just the ones my friends and I get involved with? I'm almost to the point where I am just going to throw my hands up and say, "I surrender". The game is over. I give up. What the fuck is the point?!
IDIOTS!!!!
"I'm in love with you...even though I'm marrying her." WHAT??? If someone said this to me in person I'd smack the shit out of them and if someone said it to me on the phone I would hang up on the them. If you're gonna love me, BE WITH ME!!! How about them apples?
What's this loving from afar bullshit? Not that I should talk, I always love from afar but it's because I end up loving people I can't be with.
Oh good I found something to watch tonight, "Office Space" is on. I better not start crying while watching it.
GUYS SUCK!
Can I wish dysentery on someone?
Asshole.
Wow.
I am getting Racquel's driver's terretts, only I'm not driving. Heh. And I'm not shouting the word cock over and over like she does. It's so funny.
I was contacted by someone who wanted to be my buddy on Yahoo messenger. I didn't recognize the name and there was nothing in his/her profile so I said, "No thanks!" I wish AOL was like that. I like being able to refuse people. Heh. It's a fun feature.
Does anyone have Yankee/Sox tickets for tomorrow night? I wanna go!!!! DAMN IT!
I have to get some of this aggression out. I could do it pummeling a Red Sox fan at the Stadium. Heh.
Okay Office Space is starting
Stace
June 28th 2004
Well the NY Post published a story saying that Jason Giambi has been so sick the last 3 weeks that he hasn’t been able to keep anything in which means he’s been puking AND suffering from diarrhea. So great, thanks to the NY Post for now putting the image of Jason Giambi doubled over, sweating, sitting on a toilet with his head in a bucket into my head.
I mean, yes, he’s human and shit happens, pun intended. But as a regular person I don’t want to picture my celebrity crushes having diarrhea. Jesus.
And now you all can picture the same thing.
Okay now I’ll think back to two years ago when Racquel and I were sitting at a game on a hot summer day and she whispered in my ear, “Picture Jason Giambi, in grey boxer briefs, sweaty, doing pull ups…” Ahhhhhh much better.
GRRRRRRR. We would do that all the time. We would sit there and think of scenarios involving certain Yankee players…Man, that was fun. We can’t do that anymore. BOOOOOOOOO.
I saw a lot of Yankee/Met couples last night at the game. The majority of them were girl = Yankee fan, boy = Met fan. My dad said something to two such couples that were sitting in front of us. He said to the guys, “Well at least the girls have brains.”
Gus was embarrassing the hell out of me last night. I HATE when I am at a Yankee game and the people I’m with embarrass themselves, and in turn they embarrass me.
That’s a big pet peeve. It’s one thing for me to embarrass myself but for other people to draw attention to me when I don’t want it is another.
I am starting a modified version of South Beach today. I am just cutting a lot of the ‘bad’ stuff out.
And I am going to the gym after work today.
And I signed up for one on one training, which starts next Wednesday.
Aw yeah Stacey Rose relatively large Greek last name is back baby!
I may start taking Yoga classes every week just so I can de-stress because it’s no fun being stressed at work and being stressed at home without any relief.
Okay time to try and get to work, which is sort of impossible since I can’t log into one of the systems what else is new?
Stace
June 27th 2004
So I ended up going out last night. It was fun. I saw some people I haven't seen since Oswego. I also ended up going with my friend to see her friend's band play at a place in the East Village. That was cool. I forgot how much fun seeing live music was. I used to do it ten years ago, all the time. Nearly every weekend. I saw one of my coworkers there. She's dating the lead singer of the band who played their set right before my friend's friend's band.
When she saw me she was like, "What the hell are you doing here?!!" I know it's shocking that I actually go out on weeekends. Heh.
Before we went to the bar my friend and I went to Little Italy to have dinner. We couldn't go to our normal place because it was packed. And I can't go there anyway. I'll probably start crying or something stupid like that.
I had Manicotti and I ordered it like a good 25% Italian woman would. Meaning I pronounced it correctly.
I'm bummed. Mommy can't go to the Yankee game tonight because her back is bothering her so my brother is finding a 4th person for tonight.
I hope it's not the friend I can't handle for more than five minutes. I did inform my brother to NEVER invite that kid EVER again. But my brother doesn't listen to me often.
So it was good to be out last night. It was a nice night out.
I couldn't find any cabs so I walked from the East Village over to 6th Avenue and caught the A train at West 4th street and took it home. If my mom knew I took the A train home that late (nearly 1am) alone, she'd kill me. Yes even at 29 years, 10 months and 1 day old.
I thought of an idea for my birthday party. I got it from someone last night who had his 30th birthday party at his cousin's college apartment. He decided since he was with college kids he'd play songs from the year he turned 21 (1995). My idea is to make the mix of music I play at my party from all of the milestone years, the year I was born (1974), 10 (1984), 16(1990--Ice Ice Baby-LOL), the year I graduated high school (1992--Jump by Kriss Kross maybe?), 21 (1995--I Wish by Skee-lo), the year I graduated college (1998--One week by Barenaked ladies), 25 (1999--Ricky Martin? LOL). And then of course songs from 2004.
Cool right?
EW!!! Jack just killed a big juicy fly and ate it! BLEH!
Maybe that's why he's so fat?
CHRIST GIAMBI IS SICK!!!! He's not playing tonight. FUCKER!!!!
Apparently he's had a virus that he cannot shake and he's been sick for 3 weeks. Well, that would explain why he's been sucking lately.
Man I was in the mood to stare at his big back all night tonight. Boo.
The newest member of the thirtysomething club is 3 for 4 today. 2 solo HRs. You go Derek Jeter. Shut those naysayers up.
Maybe Giambi is pregnant? That could explain flu like symptoms that don't go away after a few weeks.
Okay I am getting sick of Geico commercials. They're all over the damn place.
Although I do like the guy doing the robot. That one is funny.
I hope like Derek Jeter that I hit 2 HRs the day after my 30th birthday. Wink wink nudge nudge. Again applicants can email me.
"I almost dialed your number, when I thought the coast was clear, cause it's looked up for so long at me and said call me please..."
Nice lyric, right? Yeah.
The Yankees won today. Thank God. They better win tonight too because I'll be there.
Hey it's my grandmother's old neighbor in "The Abyss"! Jimmie Ray Weeks! He was a character actor who used to live on the 6th floor in this building.
Ed Harris is really sexy for a balding man.
Okay time to shower so I look nice and pretty just in case there are any attractive single men at the game, yeah ok.
Stace
June 26th 2004
How come when the Yankees lose they have to lose by a lot? They can never lose close games. Today was just ugly. Pathetic outing boys. If you dare lose tomorrow night's game, anyone in a Mets jersey is in danger of being thrown over the upper deck railing by me. Just a warning.
Stace
June 26th 2004
Happy 30th Birthday to Yankee Captain Derek Sanderson Jeter...Oy.
How pathetic am I? The Yankee/Met game was rained out last night and I went to bed....at 8:45!!!! On a Friday!!!!
And then I woke up at 5am this morning.
Bleh.
I have plans to go out tonight and I'll probably fall asleep by 9.
I'm hungry, I think I may go and get breakfast and get the boo boos some food because I have nothing left for them.
What is wrong with Britney Spears? Seriously. I want to know why she is so stupid.
At the rate she's going by the time she reaches Jennifer Lopez's age she'll have 10 husbands.
Moron.
I said it a few months back, she needs an intervention but it seems her friends and family are just as dumb as she is so it probably wouldn't be a good idea.
Why does Ashlee Simpson have a show? Why can't I have a show? I would be a hell of lot more fun and I have a better singing voice. Heh.
Great another show Mr. Simpson will be overexposed on.
I can't watch this.
So now I may be having 2 birthday celebrations. One either on or the night before my birthday with my coworkers and one the weekend after my birthday for hometown friends and family.
30 here I come.
I decided I may not take my birthday off but take the next day off. Even though the only thing I want to do on my birthday is lie in bed all day....with someone. Applicants can email me their resume and headshots. Not that head, pervs.
Stace
June 25th 2004
I’m so upset right now. I found the PREFECT dress for my cousin’s wedding and I looked fantabulous in it. The only problem was that it was $350. Now you may be thinking, um Stace you just bought a $515 handbag last week and now you’re complaining about a $350 dress??? BUT I have an explanation. The Louis Vuitton bag will last me YEARS. The dress won’t. But DAMN I looked good. If any of you have seen “How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days” it’s the dress Kate Hudson wears to the big event near the end of the movie. Her dress was yellow. Mine was lavender. I didn’t look as thin as she did in the movie and I also have boobs, she doesn’t but it was still very flattering on me. My ass looked pretty good in it too! Sniff sniff.
But hey at least I know I am still a size 10!
Yeehaw. Now getting a dress for this wedding won’t be so bad but I have to do it soon since it’s in less than a week.
Wow I was really hung over this morning. I woke up at 2:30a and made myself throw up so I’d feel better. Bleh.
Okay back to work I go.
I have more to type about. It’s about the snooty people who work for Saks Fifth Avenue.
Stace
June 24th 2004 10:03pm
I hate being drunk and sending stupid emails to people. I apologize if you are one of the unlucky few who got them. Actually it could have been worse...I could have CALLED you.
Stace
June 24th 2004
All I wanted to do when I got home last night was get undressed, relax and watch my boys kick Baltimore’s ass. So I get home, discover that my upstairs neighbor’s toilet overflowed and of course where did the water go? Through their floor, to my ceiling, down to my floor in not only the bathroom but also in the hallway. So I had that saga to deal with. My super came up with two other guys to inspect the damage. And then Baltimore SPANKED the Yanks.
I don’t ask for much really. I’ve accepted that I’ll probably be alone the rest of my life and I’ve accepted that I will become an old lady with 50 cats. But God, you’re usually fair. You give overweight people clear skin and skinny people acne. WHY CAN’T I HAVE ONE GOOD NIGHT?
JUST ONE.
Okay I went out today and bought the Josh Kelley CD. YAY! And I got Alanis because she’s my girl. Listen to these song titles: “Excuses”, “Not All Me” and my absolute FAVORITE “Spineless”. Yep. SPINELESS.
Then as I was sitting at my desk eating my lunch our mail guy Barry delivered my Sarah Harmer CD. It’s a good day (so far). Knock on wood.
So I made a list of things I wanted to cover in today’s entry. So far I’ve mentioned one.
A message to the men who line NYC streets to gawk at women: If a women is walking past you and not smiling, don’t tell her to smile because if she (I) wanted to smile she (I) would be doing so.
Why don’t I get flowers from my supervisor on my birthday but everyone else in the office does?
Is that fair? Yeah I didn’t think so either.
I screamed so loud last night that I thought people on the 6th floor would hear me. The little shit was jumping a little too much for my taste and after the bathroom incident I was already on edge and I screamed out at the top of lungs, “STOP FUCKING JUMPING!!!!!!” It worked.
I have to cut this short. We’re having an evacuation drill and we’ll be walking down all 26 flights of stairs. I want to pee first. Heh.
Stace
June 22nd 2004
Oh God. The New York Daily News killed me this morning. The back page says, “JETER AT 30”. OY VEY. He’s not thirty yet!!! He turns 30 on Saturday.
Good lord.
Oh and I was “ma’amed” not once but TWICE by the same chick at Starbucks. I AM NOT A MA’AM.
Okay Metallica is being a little obnoxious calling themselves the greatest rock band ever.
A memo to Jason Giambi: I want you to hit the warehouse tonight.
A memo to Alex Rodriguez: If there is a runner on second, GET HIM HOME.
A memo to Joe Torre: Don’t EVER put Felix Heredia in a game AGAIN, EVER.
A memo to the Baltimore Orioles: You’re so bad the Devil Rays are ahead of you in the standings. Go hang your heads in shame.
A memo to the Mets: Look out…the Yankees are coming.
A memo to Bud Selig: Fire every ump at the end of this season and start over again with people who know what the strikezone looks like.
A memo to George Steinbrenner: Get Beltran
A memo to Tiger Woods: Stop crying about the greens at Shinnecock. How come Goosen 1 putt 11 out of 18 holes on Sunday? Maybe you’re in a slump so stop blaming the golf course and practice more. “Oh I only have $100 million dollars in the bank I need more.” WTFE.
A memo to Showtime: I am sick of Queer As Folk’s hiatuses getting longer every year.
A memo to the idiots who run 30 Rock: Do a better job fixing the elevators. I will sue your Asses due to emotional distress next time I drop four floors in one.
A memo to the idiots who don’t know how to stand in a subway car: the poles in the middle ARE NOT FOR YOU TO LEAN ON. You hold onto them.
A memo to the asswipes who run the MTA: When the A pulls into 59th street, keep the B there because some of us need to take the B to get to Sixth Avenue. And can you try and space the trains out so we don’t have three A’s in row at 59th before a D shows up? Thanks.
Okay I am wasting precious work time right now because I can’t figure out how I want to start a project I have to do. Starting something is always hard for me but when I do start and I get into it I fly right through.
Stace
June 20th 2004
You know when you think about a situation and you know in you heart that how you feel is right...well isn't it a shocking thing when someone else voices the same opinion about the situation? (I know I'm being really cryptic--sorry)
I was having a conversation with Racquel about a situation that happened to me a little while ago and she blurted something out that she immediately regretted but not because it's a bad thing, it's because even though its something I already knew in my heart, it's weird to hear someone else saying it outloud.
I'm still not making sense am I? Sorry.
Heh.
I was really pissy this morning. I found out that my coworker who was given final round US Open tickets DIDN'T EVEN GO!!!!!!
I wanted those tickets! I could have gone with my dad. That would have been such a cool father's day gift. WTF? You had to see me this morning. I actually almost started crying because my hormones are out of whack. One of my female co-workers actually asked me, 'Is it your monthly menes?' I literally almost peed in my pants.
I have a new greeting on Monday mornings. No more "Good morning!" It's "Crap morning!" from now on.
Now don't faint but I actually had lunch plans...yes I went to lunch with a relative BUT it was lunch someplace OTHER than my desk! So that's good right?
One of my friends who has been unemployed for awhile finally got a job. (I think)
A memo to Bud Selig: YOUR UMPS SUCK ASS.
Strike three on Matsui last night was Ball four by about 10 inches. Fucko! Maybe the ump had dinner plans? But hey my man Giambi CRUSHED a home run of Eric Gagne. So HA! Everyone who's been complaining about Giambi's slump can suck it. He's gonna start tearing up the joint and you're all gonna feel like idiots and I cannot fucking wait. Aw yeah. The Yanks are gonna go on a tear.
Maybe it will help me get my libido back. Ha.
Although 'Queer As Folk' helped slightly last night. My man was a lot more naked in this episode than in the past few combined so yeehaw for that. Thank you Ron and Dan for giving me my Gale fix last night. GRRRRRRRR.
The damn kids in my neighborhood keep setting off M80s and scaring the crap out of my cats.
My supervisor said she went to Saks on Friday and saw a really cute bag but that it was $495 and she said to the person, "It's cute but I'm not Stacey." HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Okay that cracked me up.
Okay so my bag collection is probably worth close to $4000 BUT I am still wearing clothes from 3-4 years ago. See how I work that? And I buy my shoes at Payless. Heh.
It's a sickness...but hey it's not like my boyfriend buys the bags for me. I buy them with my own money! (I don't have a boyfriend--but some people who do...have boyfriends stupid enough to buy them expensive bags)
Okay I'm loopy. Time for bed.
Stace
June 20th 2004
Happy Father’s Day to all of the father’s out there.
Okay so you all can cross the Louis Vuitton Speedy off my 30th Birthday registry.
Heh.
My mom didn’t say anything obnoxious. She’s still being nice to me. I guess the events of last weekend have made her realize how lucky she is to have me.
I am so hungry right now. I am always hungry.
Mom got ice cream…bad mommy!
I guess I should be saying bad Stacey for eating it.
“Black coat, black shoes, black hat, Cadillac…the boy’s a time bomb!” Wow this song. Rancid? I forgot it existed.
I don’t want Goosen to win I want Mickelson to win!!! BOOOOOOO!
Oooo just as I typed that Goosen hit a really bad shot. Heh.
Man those greens are FAST!!! Wow! The balls are flying across the greens.
Stace
June 16th 2004
Happy 3rd wedding Anniversary to my friend Melissa and her husband Matt!
Why is it that I am the ONLY ONE who gets sunburned no matter what group of people I am with? I didn't get burned too badly but I still look silly. And I wasn't really in the sun that long. I hid in the tent most of the day!
It was a nice relaxing day and the 3 hour bus trip wasn't too bad. We watched "Happy Gilmore". Going to a golf course, watched a golf movie. Hee.
It took 3 hours in the morning because the L.I.E. Sucks. But I saw where my cousin's reception will be, Well, not the place, the town.
It's not THAT bad of a drive.
I'm watching "Bridget Jones's Diary". God I love this movie.
It's funny how many I people I know from Long Island. As we were making our way back to the city I was looking at the exits along the L.I.E (almost puked when we passed a specific one) and I was amazed at how many towns remind me of people. Nesconset reminds me of my friend Stephanie, Seaford reminds me of my friend Wendy because she had an apartment there, Glen Cove reminds me of a guy John who had a crush on me when we were in Oswego.
I'm interrupting this thought to say...I turned on YES at the right moment because they just had this segment with Giambi and all of these yummy close ups of his blue eyes...sigh.
John was a great guy. He liked me. I, of course, didn't like him in that way. But he did say one of the sweetest things anyone has ever said to me. One night he was trying to convince me to get together with him and he said, "I want you to be the last person I see at night and the first person I see in the morning." Aw. Why didn't I like him!?? Dumbass. Me not him. Manhassett reminds me a girl Suzanne who worked at the station in Boston I used to deal with at my first job out of college, Port Washington reminds me of a girl Michelle who also attended Oswego, Hicksville reminds me of an old friend's parents who ran an Ethan Allen out there, Bethpage reminds me of too many people to mention, I think that's it.
We were talking about Bethpage because the US Open was there in 2002 and our event planner was telling us about how horrible it was because it rained almost the entire time. The guys we went with were saying that Tiger Woods rented out some guy's house near the golf courses in Bethpage and decided he wanted a jacuzzi so he said to the guy something like I hope you don't mind but I really need a jacuzzi while I'm here so I'll make sure it matches your landscaping. So not only did the guy get paid by Tiger for the use of his house BUT he got a free jacuzzi. HELLO?!?! Could you imagine?
I heard those courses are nice. There are a few of them if I recall correctly they're designated by colors. Black's the hardest (I think) I used to work at a Golf Course and Bethpage was legendary. I remember when I first met my friend Chris at school and he said he was from Bethpage I was like, "Near the golf courses!?" Heh.
Oh I wonder how Chrispy is doing. He was in Vegas this week. He was planning on going crazy but I haven't heard anything about him being arrested or being reported missing. I'll call his cell tomorrow and check up on him.
I can't wait for him to come home again. I love hanging out with him. Even hanging out with him for an hour and half out in LA was fun.
I love Chris and he loves me. In a brother/sister way. He told me that one night. He told my friends that he loved me and would kill anyone who hurt me. Which is ironic...hmmmmm.
So Shinnecock was nice. And hot! Jesus.
I saw Vijay Singh and Fred Couples (I think it was Couples). I just missed Sergio Garcia.
The Hamptons look nice.
Donny Hathaway died from jumping out a window!?? I never knew that.
I ate so much crap today. I can't eat anything now for the next two days besides lettuce.
My stomach muscles are rock hard under the two inch layer of blubber over them. I just have to get rid of it. Damn it. I have to get my four pack back. I love my four pack. I miss it.
Well I still have it but it's mushy. Heh.
Two years ago was awesome when I lost all the weight and I was able to walk around with little belly shirts on like Britney Spears and DIDN'T have to suck anything in. I miss those days. I have to stop being a lazy ass but I feel like I have no reason to get in shape.
Guys don't find me attractive anyway. Wait let me rephrase that. Guys I find attractive don't find me attractive. Or if they do they live 3000 miles away. (and like I said above it's not Chrispy in L.A.--Gee who could it be?!?!? Heh)
I had an interesting conversation with some older men at the Golf Course today. They struck up a conversation with me and asked what I did at NBC because I was sitting at the NBC tent. But we got on the subject of age. One guessed I was 32. I almost threw a drink on him. 32?!?!?!?! NO ONE has EVER guessed my age as over 30. I was horrified. But then his friend was like, "She doesn't even look 30!" Good save! Anywho they said I'm at a bad age because the guys my age are still too immature to committ. NO SHIT BOYS. They said I have to look for someone who's around 40-42 and who's settled. Hmmmm I have 41 year old who finds me attractive and funny but of course there's that 3000 mile distance between us. Typical. But hey I have someone who thinks I'm attractive and funny!!!! Okay I'll stop now.
I'm not that attractive right now with this sunburn on my neck and chest. Oh and my right arm. Not my left arm. Just the right. I get the strangest sunburns ever. They can never be even they always have to be ridiculously uneven. Bleh.
I spent most of the day hiding in the tent and didn't put anything on because I was avoiding the sun like the plague. BUT OF COURSE I got sunburned on the 15 minute walk to the bus. BAH.
I hate when the Yankees are on West Coast road trips. It sucks. I can't stay up and watch the whole game. Especially when they start at 10pm.
Racquel sent me the funniest email. It's pictures of people with horrible body problems. This one guy's penis is literally an inch, HARD. Can you imagine? Ick.
Newborns are more hung than that.
I know, sick thought.
I have two new CDs I have to get, "For the Ride Home" by Josh Kelley just for the song "Home to Me". I heard it the other night and fell in love with it. And "All of Our Names" by Sarah Harmer.
And now that I paid some of my Chase platinum card off I can get them.
And because I'm withholding next month's rent until they fix my FUCKING CEILING. I can pay a lot of other debts off as well.
How happy am I that the Lakers lost to the Pistons? EXTREMELY happy. It goes to show you. It doesn't matter how many All Stars you have on a team, it don't guarantee shit. That's what I keep telling my fellow Yankee fans. Don't be too confident because it will come back to bite you in the ass.
I will continue to be cautiously optimistic.
I'm pissed I can't be in LA for the Yankee/Dodger series. That would be cool to see. I remember as a 7 year old crying when the Yanks lost to them in 1981 World Series. I started young people. Heh.
But I do have tickets for the Sunday night Met game on June 27th.
Aw yeah.
I swear to God if the kid upstairs causes another ceiling to fall down I will go up there and throw the broken pieces of sheetrock on them. Assholes.
Okay I have to get ready for bed. Yeah ok. It's going to be hard to go into work tomorrow when both team Managers, my direct Supervisor and one of my Account Managers are going to be at Shinnecock. Heh.
Two hour lunch anyone?! Any of my friends who plan on being in the city tomorrow give me ring because I can stay out as long as I want! Yeehaw!
Stace
June 15th 2004
I’m going to Southampton tomorrow! I am going to Shinnecock Hills Golf Club to watch a practice round of the US Open.
The bus leaves from here at 8am.
A day off that isn’t really a day off!
I need it. Badly.
I’m still out of it. I just don’t know when it’s really going to hit me.
Knowing me it will be two months from now.
Man it’s really cold in here this morning.
Oh wow. I’m listening to Q104.3 and “Living on the Edge” by Aerosmith is on. This reminds me of this guy Matt Donahue that I had a crush on at RCC. Irish? Check. Killer Blue eyes? Check.
Heh.
So typical.
I’ve heard through the grapevine that the bus we’re going to Southampton in is a party bus. Yeehaw.
That should be fun.
We took one of those to Anaheim last month.
The bus leaves at 8. Ick. I don’t even leave my apartment to get to work at 8!
I guess I’ll have to suck it up. I can always nap. It is a three-hour bus ride.
I am going to have my fashionista co-worker Raquel help me shop for a dress for my cousin’s wedding. I need all the help I can get. I am fashion impaired. Heh.
Yay! A new Queer Eye tonight! Ah shit the Yanks play in Arizona tonight. Late game. Bleh. I don’t know if I can watch them play in that horrible stadium…sniff sniff.
Okay I need to finish my lunch, brush my teeth and start doing the work I won’t be able to do tomorrow because I will be out in the SUN ALL DAY!!!
SPF 30 anyone?!
Stace
June 13th 2004
I literally helped bury my friend. I had never been to a Jewish funeral before so I didn’t know about the tradition where you help to bury the person and you leave when the grave is completely covered…I felt like I was out of my body. I didn’t feel like I was doing it. I was shaking like a leaf and the shovel felt like it was 1000 pounds. I don’t like that tradition. At all.
Today wasn’t a good day. I got home around 12:30, took a nap at 3 and woke up at 6. While I was asleep I had a dream I was helping to bury like 10 people. I also had a dream the Yankees won their game in extra innings. Imagine my surprise when I woke up and found out they actually did win the game in extra innings. Weird.
Apparently it was an exciting game. The last time I gave my brother tickets at the last minute and he had to scramble to get friends to go with him was David Cone’s perfect game on July 18th 1999. My brother was excited.
I’m not going to be in a good mood at work tomorrow. I should probably warn them first thing in the morning that I will not be in a good mood and to not annoy me with stupid shit.
I’ve missed so many days already I can’t take the day off.
Oh well.
I should go to bed.
Stace
June 12th 2004
How is it possible that at 29 years old I am going to a friend’s funeral tomorrow? Aren’t I too young to start burying my friends?
My cell phone rang at 5:00 and it was my mom who I thought was calling me about the leak in my kitchen because I had called the house earlier, told my dad about it and he said she’d call me back. What I didn’t know when I answered the phone was that it was going to be one of the most shocking phone calls I have gotten in my life. I say “Hi” and was about to go into the saga of my kitchen when she says, “So and so’s mom called, so and so passed away Thursday night.” I was silent for a few moments and then said, “Oh my God, what?” because how can a 28 year old person just die? My mom told me what her mom told her and I stood there in my kitchen dumbfounded by the news. I told my mom I would call her back and I immediately called Racquel because she knew the person. At that point I was numb and wasn’t feeling anything other than shock. We talked for a little bit and then I called my mom again, spoke to my dad who arranged to pick me up and then I called my friend Julie. And right at the moment when I was telling Julie what had happened, which was about a half an hour after I had heard the news, I started bawling in my living room. I felt bad for Julie having to hear me freak out on the phone. But it just hit me like a ton of bricks. And what upsets me the most is that I wasn’t a good friend to the person who died the last 2-3 years of her life. I feel like a jerk and I feel terrible about it. Everyone else who knows the situation said that I did the right thing. I was going through my own stuff and being friends with this person who had a history of mental issues wasn’t going to help me get better. But I can’t help how I feel right now. I feel like shit.
When she wasn’t going through her issues she was one of the most fun people to be around. We laughed for hours about the silliest things.
One time when she was living with her ex fiancée, she and I got so high that we raided the pantry and ate 2 bags of BBQ Baked Lays potato chips and a block of mozzarella cheese. When her fiancée came home and found us in the kitchen he just shook his head and laughed at us.
I’m still in shock and besides crying on the phone with Julie I haven’t really cried about it. But I am sure I will when I go to the service tomorrow and see her parents for the first time in at least 4 years.
Something like this makes me want to call everyone I care about even if I haven’t spoken to them in a while and just talk with them. Something like this makes me realize how short life really is and how I should spend it with the people I care about and who care about me.
It also makes me want to get this damn lump checked out.
I can’t go yet. I have too much living to do.
Stace
June 11th 2004 1:23pm
Happy 60th birthday to Racquel’s mommy!!
Happy birthday to my Dawson’s Creek co-star Joshua Jackson. He’s 26 today. He’s a baby.
Heh.
I can say he’s a co-star we worked on two episodes together. HAHAHAHA.
Is it 5 yet?
I want the day to be over. I want to go home, relax and watch my boys.
Oooo it’s payday. I can pay some bills off. Woo to the hoo.
I slept on my couch for a change of pace last night and I didn’t sleep too well. I think I’m just gonna suck it up and sleep in my room and if the rest of the ceiling crashes down on my head, so be it.
I’ve been sleeping in the TV room for a week and a half.
Jack fell on me last night and scratched my arm. Ow.
The one good thing was that it wasn’t as hot this morning when I woke up as it was yesterday. Yesterday was bad.
Goddamn it. I was hoping my account manager would be out his whole lunch hour BUT NO of course not. He’s back to drive me insane.
Time to go and freak out again.
Stace
June 11th 2004 10:23am
I AM GOING TO FUCKING KILL SOMEONE.
That is all for now.
Stace
June 10th 2004
Happy 30th birthday to my elementary school crush, Joe M! (I'll have to do this a lot this year--ICK)
I am upset about Ray Charles dying. I didn't even know he was sick.
So how about John Flaherty of Rockland County getting 5 RBIs for the Yankees today? An RBI single and a grand slam. You go West Nyack boy.
Oh good news the food poisoning didn't kill me. Obviously.
It just hurt me badly.
So the building manager said if he gutted out my apartment and fixed it up he could get $1400 for it. I told my mom to tell him to gut it, raise the rent to $1400 and I'll just get a roommate. Anyone wanna be my roommate?
Assclown.
Is anyone else getting sick of Lindsey Lohan? She's EVERYWHERE. She's replaced Hilary Duff as most annoying famous teenager.
I don't know what to get Gus for Father's Day.
He's not really hard to buy for but I'm still stumped. I'll think of something before the big day.
So not only is my cousin's wedding in SUFFOLK COUNTY ON A THURSDAY NIGHT...IT'S BLACK TIE!!! To quote my boy Krazy Eyez Killah "Motherfucker what the fuck!?" The only dress I have that is appropriate for a black tie affair has been seen by that side of the family. I wore it the B'Nai Mitzvah nearly two years ago. Fucker! Now I have to go out and buy a new dress. Thank God I didn't have a date, "Um yeah you need a tuxedo for the wedding." I don't think so.
I have 3 weeks to find a nice black dress for this wedding.
Either that or I have 3 weeks to lose 15 lbs to fit into the dress I wore to my friend Jeannine's wedding SIX YEARS AGO. It's not that fancy but I could dress it up with dressy shoes and accessories but since there is a better chance of my getting struck by lightning then my losing 15 lbs in three weeks without the aid of Exlax I guess I have to BUY a new FUCKING dress. Why did I say yes to attending this wedding? It better be good. And the dress I buy better look good on me.
My mom and decided to start calling Jack, Jack Lo because of the size of his ass. I know I shouldn't talk because I should be called Stace Lo but he's a cat he doesn't know what I'm saying. He's looking at me right now.
Actually it's better than me calling him Moo Moo which has become his new name of late.
My mom was complaining about my dad again but her stories were really funny and she was making me laugh so hard. Aw poor daddy.
Henry just jumped from the table to the TV to the top of the dining cabinet. He's resting his head over the edge of it. Aw boo boo.
He looks tired.
We're having major issues with the elevators at work. Yesterday people waited up to 20 minutes for one to show up at the end of the day.
It's ridiculous.
SHIT I forgot about the MTV Movie Awards. Wait why? It's not like they won't repeat them 15 times this weekend alone.
Okay the old lady is tired.
Goodnight sweetheart well it's time to go...
Stace
June 9th 2004
Hmmmm it's being reported that Jennifer Lopez is pregnant. SHOCKER!!!! NOT!!!!!
Come on. Why would they get married FIVE days after his divorce is final? Oh those crazy Catholic kids having to be married in order to have a baby! Then again, the Catholic church doesn't recognize divorce, right? I'm Catholic I should know this crap. Whatever.
Marc Anthony will now be referred to as Mr. Lopez.
Jackass. I've have lost respect for him.
And horror of horrors the new bride and groom have already recorded a duet. AHHHHH!!!!!! Yikes.
Mr. Lopez, you have a nice singing voice, your wife, DOESN'T. Please spare us all from her nasal whiny voice FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.
Okay back to nursing my upset stomach.
Crackers rule!
Stace
June 7th 2004
I think Howard Stern said it best when he said about Jennifer Lopez, “She’s mentally ill.”
HAHAHAHAHAHA!
British Odd makers are saying the odds of Mr. and Mrs. Anthony divorcing by the end of the year are 3-1.
How sad is the state of the world when bookies are betting on marriages?
I wonder if J Lo is pissed that that damn Ronald Reagan stole her thunder?
Dumbass.
Jennifer Lopez has had more husbands than I’ve had serious boyfriends. That’s sad. For whom? I’m not sure but it’s pretty fucking sad.
I was in a good mood for a Monday and I left my apartment early so I could get to work early. Then I noticed a large number of people on the sidewalk and people walking OUT of the subway stop instead of into it. It seems something was wrong on the A line so I had to walk over to catch the 1 train. I still made it on time but it was crowded and at 181st train it became smelly. Bleh.
Why is it so difficult to apply deodorant?
So I found out last night that David Wells will be starting against the Yankees on Sunday, my next game. Aw yeah. Should I boo his fat ass? We’ll see what kind of mood I am in.
I actually have plans this weekend. Saturday I am possibly going to a movie premiere and then I have the game Sunday.
Woo hoo.
My friend Chris has been 30 a week and he says it sucks already. Heh.
I think he needs to give it a chance.
Like I should talk. I already hate it and I’m not there yet.
Oh so yesterday when I said how my mom said I had a big ass…she was playing with Jack and said, “Jack your ass is getting big just like your mommy’s!” I wanted to smack her.
Racquel says my mom is insane and that I look good.
Moms can be terrible. They don’t care if they upset you.
Saturday is the anniversary of the day our lives changed forever. It was on that day ten years ago that Nicole Brown Simpson and Ron Goldman were killed. TV would never been the same after that. Criminal trials were changed forever. I can’t believe it’s been ten years already (not ago--DUH).
Yikes.
You couldn’t escape it. It was everywhere!
OJ this, OJ that, Marcia Clark, Judge Ito, Robert Shapiro etc.
Bleh.
I’m glad that ten years later OJ is still exhausting himself trying to find the ‘real’ killer! Asswipe.
Work time again.
Stace
June 6th 2004
I just happened to turn on YES 15 minutes ago and I caught "Kids on Deck" which is featuring my man Giambi who is showing Joe Girardi how to buy a motorcycle, what to wear, etc. So I've seen shots of him on a motorcycle AND he pulled his sleeves up to show off his tattoos...My heart can only take so much people.
Not only that, my man Giambi hit a Home Run today. AW YEAH. I have only seen him hit 5 or 6 home runs in person so I was very excited. I was also very excited because right before he hit it I said to Racquel, "I want him to hit a solo HR right now." And then he hit it. And Racquel punched me. Heh.
They won. Mike Mussina pitched a great game. 10 strikeouts. Awesome. But it got cold! It's June damn it! Not March. I felt like I needed gloves.
Yeah this episode of "Kids on Deck" is killing me. KILLING ME.
Good lord.
Henry is here with me. He's used to me freaking out.
Oh he's coming to say "hi" to you guys. He's rubbing up against the screen. Heh. Um Henry Mommy can't see what she's typing. Thank you.
I'm helping my former roommate write a bitchy letter to her HR person at CNBC. She was screwed out of a job and it was a such a bullshit excuse that they used to turn her down. She has worked her ass off at that place for over 3 years and how is she rewarded? She's shit on.
People always ask me to help them write bitchy letters...hmmmm that's probably because I am so good at it!
I have written many bitchy letters, most of them have never been sent though. It just makes me feel better to write out what I'm feeling.
MY MOTHER JUST SAID MY ASS WAS FAT!!!!!!!! That's it! I'm starving myself!
What did I tell you? YES is trying to kill me.
Oh my mom took back what she said about my ass. She said, "I didn't say fat, I said big." Yeah because that's better.
Oooo the Tony's are on!!!
WOO HOO!!!
Hugh Jackman better win for "The Boy From Oz".
Can you believe I've gone this long without mentioning J Lo marrying Marc Anthony yesterday?
It's official, she's insane, she can't be alone for more than five minutes and she must really not like herself because she goes from relationship to relationship to relationship with no break. It's pathetic and sad. How can someone with so much "power" be that dependent on a man? I am so glad I am not like that.
That's all I'll say about that.
Okay I have to go and give myself a facial before the Sopranos starts. After tonight it's not going to be on until January 2006!!! I'll be 31 for crissakes!!!
Stace
June 5th 2004
Happy 30th birthday to my elementary school best friend Stacey, where ever you may be. I hope it's a good one.
So as everyone now knows Former President Ronald Wilson Reagan passed away today at the age of 93.
I liked him. He was the first President I paid attention to. And I wrote a letter to him when he was shot back in March 1981. I got a letter back and a book about the White House! I was such a cute 6 year old.
He accomplished a lot in his long life. A sports career, an acting career, a political career...some of us would be lucky to have one of those careers in our lifetime.
Smarty Jones did not win at Belmont. Are you surprised? I'm not. Stupid media. They put too much pressure on that poor horse. Heh.
I am making my first batch of Yankee ice cubes. You may be asking, how are you doing that Stacey? Well, I attended last night's Yankee game and the first 18,000 fans 18 and older got ice cube trays that have a mold of the interlocking NY. Yankee ice cubes! Hee!
I watched the Bombers launch 6 home runs last night. It was great. It was also my first night game of the season. Hopefully not my last.
I have tickets for tomorrow's game as well. It's a Yankee weekend!
Aw yeah.
It's June right? Why the hell is it so cold?
Actually I like it because all of the people with summer houses get pissy when they can't go to the beach or lake when the weather is crappy.
I'm so mean. Fine I'll admit it. I'm jealous of people with summer houses because I would love to have one.
Yes I would love to just hop on the Jitney and head out to the Hamptons. There I said it, ok? Happy now?!
Bleh.
This Cherie chick sounds like Celine Dion.
I hope the Sopranos finale is good tomorrow.
It better be since the next season probably won't be on for another 10 years.
OH MY GOD!!!!! I just turned the 80s channel on and "The Price of Love" by Bad English is on. Holy shitballs. This reminds me of 10th grade and my friend Jeannine.
This next week at work is going to be really busy but there is a good news. All of our bitching paid off. Not only do we have an intern for the first time in 4 years BUT we'll have not one but TWO temps working with us. Can I get an "aw hell yeah"?
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
My arms are looking thinner to me and I'm not really working out. Hmmmm. Every night when I leave work to go home I pass GNC and see Trim Spa in the window. I am so tempted to get it.
Mmmmmmmm Rob Thomas's sexy voice is on the Progressive/Adult Alternative channel. Grrrrrrrrr. Marisol is one lucky woman.
How shocked was I to find out that Jason Giambi is on wife #2? I thought I knew everything! WTF?
In the 6th inning of last night's game a message flashed up on the scoreboard saying that Derek Jeter left the game due to tightness in his left groin muscle. At that very moment about 25,000 of us volunteered to help him loosen it up. Heh.
On that note I am going to bed. I have a game to go to tomorrow and my man Jason is going to FINALLY be off the disabled list and I'll get to look at his big muscular back. Grrrrrrrr.
Goodnight John boy.
Stace
June 3rd 2004
My mouse is busted and I am having trouble doing work on this godforsaken computer.
Good news. Not only is my entire bedroom ceiling going to be fixed/replaced but they are FINALLY going to retile my shower! Yeehaw!
So maybe I won’t move out.
It would be kinda dumb to give up a 2-bedroom rent controlled apartment that I am paying next to nothing for.
I went to H&M with my coworker at lunch and oh boy do they have cute stuff in there! I need shorts to wear with my bathing suit so my fat ass isn’t exposed to the Vegas sun. That would be nightmarish.
I got a buffer for the Yankee game on Sunday. So I don’t have to be stuck alone with the couple that’s going with me. I am so bad I scowled at a couple while I was getting lunch.
Okay Jason Giambi walks around in shirts that say, ‘We Play Like All Stars, We Party Like Rock Stars, We Pound Like Porn Stars’ Oy vey. Between that and the fact that he’s going to be featured on the Yankees’ kid’s show this weekend SHOPPING FOR AND RIDING ON MOTORCYCLES I am going to be a mess. Damn it why does he have to be married and ruin everything for me!??? Bastard.
All the good ones are married or gay. All of the ones you think are good turn into assholes after 3 weeks TWICE.
Excuse me.
I am just pissy because I have tons of work to do and all of it is in a system that is mouse reliant. Figures.
I’ve requested CRAP. I forgot the Yankees are playing right now. I just got my first alert on my cell phone. Jeter made out trying to sacrifice bunt.
Boo.
Oh and it’s beautiful out today. A perfect day for Yankee baseball. I hope it’s nice on Sunday.
And I hope I get every part of me covered with sunscreen this time!
I hate that.
I had to ask my supervisor for help today. I had too many things to do at the same time and I felt like I was drowning. So instead of freaking out I asked for help. My therapist will be happy. Heh.
Okay I’ll be back later.
Stace