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October 17 2002
I feel like crap today. My throat is scratchy and I just feel run down.
Stupid stress.
I can’t wait for my vacation. Two weeks from tomorrow! Yay! I can get the fuck out of here and forget about everything and everyone and concentrate on relaxing.
I need to relax and stop thinking about stupid stuff that I have no control over.
Maybe I don’t want to work on Dawson’s Creek when I am down there. Maybe I’ll just walk around downtown Wilmington by myself and hang out.
Okay who I am kidding? Of course I want to try and get on Dawson’s Creek. I’ve lost weight… I don’t have the lazy eye anymore. If they let me on the show two years ago they should let me on now.
I hope the weather is nice when I am down there. This will be the third November vacation for me in Wilmington.
It’s so funny that I almost moved down there. Looking back, I should have done it. Darn it. Things would be so different for me now.
lie n. A false statement deliberately presented as being true; a falsehood. Or something meant to deceive or give a wrong impression.
Just thought I’d give everyone a vocabulary lesson today.
I need more pictures for my desk…Oooo speaking of pictures!!! My account manager Denis bought me a drawing of Don Mattingly that is signed by Mr. Mattingly himself. He got it from Ebay! I think he felt like he needed to get me something cool for my birthday since I was given an autographed ball by Roger Clemens. Anything Mattingly related will get you to the top of my favorites list and I think that’s why he did it. Heh.
He didn’t give it to me right away because he was waiting to get it framed.
I love it. It’s awesome and I can’t wait to hang it up.
My bathroom key is still missing. I am so pissed off.
How hard is it to return a key that obviously belongs to someone to that person?! Jackasses.
I don’t know what to eat today because I feel sick. Yesterday I felt fine and couldn’t eat.
So tonight’s the first night of my attempt at boosting group morale at work…we’ll see who shows up.
Probably 3 people if we’re lucky.
Whatever, at this point I don’t even want to go because I feel like ass.
Lies lies lies yeah!
You gotta love the Thompson Twins.
I am wearing make up again. Oooo. And of course people have to make comments. “Oooo tight clothes, sexy high heeled boots, make up…is there a man in your life?” NO! Goddamn it. That’s exactly why I hate dressing up. Not everything is guy related for Chrissakes.
Can’t a woman feel good about herself?
Fucking men.
I don’t hate them but they are a pain in my formerly big Greek ass.
Ugh.
It was shocking to be blinded by the sun this morning. I had almost forgotten what it looked like.
I rode the ferry with my two neighbors and then rode the train uptown with one.
I like my neighbors. They’re cool.
My throat is getting worse. I need to go and get something to suck on. Hmmmmmm. That could be so dirty.
Stace
October 16th 2002
It is such a gross day in New York. Gross is a good word for the weather. It’s rainy, windy, chilly…gross.
Barry Bonds cannot win the World Series…please God. You have denied me everything I’ve asked for this month already. I promise I’ll start going to church again if you let the Angels win the World Series. The Angels! They’re on your team, right?
Ugh. I cannot stomach the idea that Barry Bonds, Kenny Lofton and Jeff Kent may all be World Series Champions by the end of next week.
I also can’t stomach riding the Staten Island Ferry in a Nor’easter. I felt like I was white water rafting towards the end of the ride.
Thank goodness I don’t eat breakfast.
I can’t decide if I want to go to the gym or not. I know I want to go at some point today but I am not sure if I want to go during lunch or after work.
Hmmmmmmmmmmmm. Decisions, decisions.
I had a lot of trouble getting to sleep last night. Every time I closed my eyes I saw explosions and fires. At one point I envisioned my office on fire and people trying to get out. It scared me so I couldn’t close my eyes for a while.
It was pretty bad because I was in bed, under covers with my lights off at 9:30 and I didn’t fall asleep until almost 11:30. I was so tired.
I don’t think I have real psychic powers or anything besides my knowing when the Yankees will lose so I don’t think I am seeing the future. But it still freaked me out.
And do you know how hard it is to not talk to someone you talked to almost every single day? It’s annoyingly hard.
But I made a decision and I must stick to it, for my own well-being.
As much as it may hurt now, it’s for the best.
I am being a slacker and I am not going to the gym.
Maybe I’ll just do crunches, leg lifts and use my weights while I am watching Dawson’s Crap.
Yeah that’s the ticket.
I just got soup and salad for lunch. Yay! Today is the perfect soup day.
I am eating Cream of Potato and bacon soup and it ROCKS.
I also got a big ass Grilled Chicken Salad.
Okay I will write more later tonight.
Stace
October 13th 2002
I must must must write about the family B’Nai Mitzvah.
I don’t ever want to be around that many 12-14 year olds ever again.
What’s with the young girls and their boobs? They were all overdeveloped. It scared me.
And to top it all off, my little 13 year old second cousin was “dirty dancing” with a boy. I yelled at her. She ran away from me. Heh.
I don’t mean to sound like an old lady BUT seeing a 13 year old boy rubbing his crotch into my second cousin’s 13 year old ass FREAKED ME OUT.
I don’t even dance like that. Well, ok, sometimes.
I had a fun time. I looked good because my best friend curled my hair and did my make up (because I am clueless about that stuff) I was complimented all night by people. I love when that happens. My uncle’s second wife said, “Oh my God you’re beautiful!!!” Not, “You look beautiful.” I felt really good after that.
The kids were amusing me. The games the DJs made them play were irritating because they lasted so long and made the kids 50x more hyper then they already were.
Damn it, am I going to have to root for Angels in the World Series?? Because if the Giants make it I am certainly not rooting for that jackass Barry Bonds.
I am not into football this year at all. I can’t even really sit and watch it.
I am so glad I have tomorrow off. I need this day off badly. God I hate going to work lately.
And the funny part is that it’s not even work related hatred.
I have more stuff to bring in for my new cubicle. Like a Don Mattingly picture I found in my room.
Yay!
I need to workout a lot this week. I feel like a fat pig. And I ate too much this weekend.
Three meals a day is way too much for me.
I was watching MTV “Diary” earlier. It was Pink. I like her. She was making me laugh. She reminded me of myself. She says stuff and doesn’t give a shit what people think.
I am tired and it’s 9PM. That’s pathetic.
Stace
October 12th 2002
Friends come in and out of your life. Sometimes friendships end because there’s distance between you (like you live across the country from them) or you grow apart emotionally, your interests change, etc etc. Or sometimes you have a falling out. Sometimes your friend hurts you. In some cases, they don’t realize it, in other cases they purposely hurt you, maybe because they think you’re better off without them as your friend or maybe it’s just because they have to get themselves out of sticky situation. It’s a shame when you end a friendship that you don’t really want terminated. I’ve had that happen a couple of times in my life. One occurred when I transferred into Oswego. My best friend at home and I drifted apart. We were inseparable from junior year of high school until I turned 21. Every time we went out, we were a tandem. A twosome. Almost like sisters. And then one day the friendship vanished. I haven’t seen her in almost four years. It’s sad.
I ended another friendship this past week. A lot of messed up stuff happened this summer. Things I should not have even let myself get into, I let myself get lost in. I was foolish and as usual my low self esteem played a part in it. I am not proud of myself and I am upset I lost a friend because of it. It’s especially hard because I see the person almost everyday at work. I don’t think that person realizes how much they hurt me but I had to sever my ties to them. Make a clean break , if you will. It just makes it easier. It’ll be hard not being able to talk and joke with this person anymore because that’s what I looked forward to everyday when I went to work. It’s better for both of us. They have things happening in their life that they have to prepare for and I am not a part of that. It’s a shame that things got so screwed up but you live and you learn and you love and you learn. Oh well. We’ll chalk it up on the blackboard of life. Another failed relationship. I don’t have that many to speak of. I have a lot of friends and acquaintances in my life. I have a close knit, supportive circle of friends who love me and care about me and who will help me.
I think the weather isn’t helping me today. It’s been raining for what seems like weeks in New York. Everyone is melancholy around here.
I am not in the mood to be social tonight but I am going to have to be. My family and I have the family B’Nai Mitvah in Long Island. Black tie affair in Valley Stream. Yay!
I have to get my eyebrows waxed, my best friend is going to curl my hair and I have to get cards for kids.
I am a little excited to see my cousins because I haven’t seen them in almost 3 years. They haven’t seen me since way before I had my surgery.
I love Santana’s song with Michelle Branch. I also love Madonna’s Bond song. And I absolutely love the words to Faith Hill’s new song, “Cry”. Listen to them.
So I am all moved into my new cubicle. Thank goodness. It’s alittle nosy where I sit. The account manager I sit closest to is extremely loud when he is on the phone.
But my friend Carol sits on the other side of my cubicle, so I have someone to talk to.
And now the walk to the other team’s side of the floor is better for me. I think.
I am usually over there because I am helping my friend out with her paperwork. Her work load is downright frightening. It’s actually quite unfair that I am bored and I have to help people while other people are struggling with their workload.
It’s also unfair that I was supposed to get a raise in July and have not seen it.
I haven’t said anything to anyone about it. Maybe I should?!
“Just a day, just an ordinary day, just trying to get by….” No shit Vanessa Carlton. I love that song too.
Time to listen to Madonna. I downloaded it off the Internet.
I hurt my back yesterday when I was moving all of my stuff. I think it was when I picked up a computer monitor that was on my desk and moved it. Duh. I should have had one of the big strong men do it for me.
I want to rip that stupid bandage off of Nelly’s face! I hate it. And the colors of his Gucci hat in his “Dilemma” video are the same colors of my bag.
I think I am becoming allergic to cats.
NO!!!!
My grandma told my mom that I should live in her apartment! Yay!
Oh! I got another friend hooked on “Queer As Folk”. Hee.
I am having a stuttering problem lately. It’s quiet disturbing. I don’t know if it’s my nerves or what. I can hardly get a sentence out. It’s embarrassing.
Okay I have to get ready to go shopping…I need shoes for a bridal shower tomorrow. I need a card too. I am getting my friend a Bliss gift certificate for a massage. You will probably need one in the days leading up to the wedding.
Oh speaking of weddings, engagements etc, one of my coworkers proposed to his girlfriend on Thursday night in a very over the top way. He rented out a theatre and had their friends fill it up and he proposed to her from the stage in a knight’s costume. At least I think that’s what happened. I heard it from someone who heard from someone who heard from the guy…it’s like that game Telephone. Who knows what really happened.
Puke! Just kidding.
People are getting married, pregnant and everything else in our office. I just want a fucking date.
Is that too much to ask?!
Stace
October 10th 2002
It is so dreary in New York. Everyone in the office is walking around like a zombie.
I didn’t want to get out of bed this morning.
I wasn’t in the mood to be anywhere near this building.
Remember a few weeks ago when I wished there was a switch to shut off my feelings? Yeah, the switch exists. It happened.
Well, I still have feelings but they are feelings of hate and disgust. Have you ever almost thrown up from the sound of someone’s voice? That happened to me this morning.
Free at last!
So last night I went to my grandma’s for her birthday and she was informed that she would be placed into a nursing home today. Happy Birthday!!! Jeez.
She was crying and I felt bad but it’s for the best.
She’s 94, in pretty good health but she still needs 24 hour care. She can’t be by herself. God forbid she falls in the middle of the night or something. She said she wanted to die at home. That depressed me.
Yesterday was a bad day. Today is just blah. I am leaving here right at 5:00 so I can get home and try my new workout tapes!
I really wish I had a punching bag…oh wait. We do! In the basement!!! YAY!!!
Aw crap I need gloves.
Maybe I’ll go to a sporting goods store and get gloves.
I have a busy weekend coming up. I have a B’Nai Mitzvah for my cousin’s son and daughter on Saturday and I have a bridal shower on Sunday.
I am so glad we have Monday off. I usually volunteer to work on Columbus Day but not this year. I want to sleep!
So Jorge Posada is pissed off because some of the Yankees seemed as though they were acting like they lost a regular season game and not a playoff game on Saturday. Um sweetie, you didn’t really do much to help them win. I understand you’re frustrated because you are used to winning but you can’t win them all.
I moved some of my stuffed animals over to my new cubicle. It looks like they are having a party on my desk. It’s pretty amusing.
I am getting a zit on my left cheek. Darn it. I want to look good at the B’Nai Mitzvah. There may be cute boys there.
Yeah right. Who am I kidding?
I’ll just be hanging out with my mom. Not that that’s a bad thing. My mom is a cool chick and she will dance her ass off with me.
I loved being at my parent’s house last night. I needed to be there last night.
I miss my mom’s cooking.
I miss my cats.
I miss my brother (I should have put him ahead of the cats, right?)
I miss knowing that my best friend is four houses down from me.
I miss making fun of my dad with my mom.
I actually miss my dad yelling at me. He’s too nice now.
I want to go home now but it’s only 1:30.
Boo! Hiss!
Bon Jovi is playing the plaza tomorrow. I think I may wake up early and come in to see them.
I seriously have so much crap in my desk. I can’t wait to throw half of it out. I have stuff that’s 3 years old in there. Birthday cards, Christmas cards etc.
My teeth and face hurt. That can’t be good. Maybe it’s my sinuses.
I hate them.
I am so negative today.
I need to look on the bright side of things. I will be moving into my grandma’s apartment. I will be living in Manhattan. It’s not the best neighborhood in the world but the commute is 35 minutes door to door and it’s in Manhattan!!! No more ferries and buses just the subway! And my cousin lives in the building next door.
See? The bright side!
I really have to move my files. Ick.
Oh wait! I can hide in the file room all afternoon! Woo hoo! The bright side!!!!
Stace
October 9th 2002
Today is my grandmother’s 94th birthday. She was born the same year the Chicago Cubs won their last World Series.
You knew I had to throw a baseball reference in there.
GO TWINS!
Fuck. It’s amazing how one conversation can change from fun and light to serious in a snap of your fingers. Jesus. Can I have a peaceful day once?
28 SUCKS so far. This year better pick up because it really can’t get any worse than it is right now. Oh wait, yes it can.
I shouldn’t have said that. I just jinxed myself.
Don’t you love when people think you’re a fool and have no idea that you are onto them?
I love that.
I moved some of my stuff to my new desk. Yay.
Everytime I am happy and express my happiness something happens to fuck it up. And now that I said things can’t get any worse, they will. It’s inevitable.
I need my therapist and she’s away for the month! Damn it!
I need an unbiased person’s input on why I am feeling the way I am feeling and what I can do to stop it.
Oh they got worse!!! I FUCKING KNEW IT!
Oh my God. I am never saying anything about good, bad, better, or worse again.
MOTHERFUCKER
I need to quit my job and move out of NY and go to a deserted island.
Oooo we may have a guest ranter. My best friend is really pissed off and is about to spew some venom! Woo hoo! I will get her to send her stuff to me.
Stace
October 8th 2002
I am so excited today. I am going to see Elton John and Billy Joel tonight! I have never seen either one of them in concert.
I’ll probably lose my voice again.
Oh well.
So I am taking a fiction writing class this fall and my first assignment was due today. I had to write a fictional biography. It could be about someone I saw on the train, something we made up etc. So I did the fictional biography of my only child. It’s pretty funny. I am proud of it and I am so excited that my writer’s block may finally be over.
It only took a year.
I got my Firm workout tapes, weights and stepper. WOO HOO!!! I am going to be so buff!
I cannot wait for next summer. I’ll be walking around in bikinis all the damn time. Yeehaw!
Oooo I can wear one when I go to Vegas in April!!! YAY!
Things are looking up!
I may go to Florida in March to stalk Derek Jeter and Jason Giambi. Wait, stalk is not a good word. I’ll go to Florida to see the Yankees play. Yeah, that’s it. That’s the ticket.
Heh.
Work is sooooo boring this week. I wish I could move desks already. I want to be away from the elevators. I am always tempted to see who is coming and going out of them.
When I move to my new desk I’ll be away from everyone. I’ll be left alone. It will be peaceful.
I hope.
I can sneak in if I am late too! Woo hoo!
Everyone knows if I am late where I sit now. I am the first person everyone sees.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
I am so frustrated! I must stick to my guns. Don’t give in, don’t give in. BE STRONG.
Damn it, I am so weak.
Have I told you guys the ongoing saga that is my ten year reunion? Yeah well it seems because people were sleeping we are going to have an 11 year reunion. Jackasses.
I think it’s so stupid. The year is 365 days…don’t tell me that nothing could be planned. It’s because people waited until the last minute to do something. And people wonder why I roll my eyes whenever I mention my high school.
Yay for Billy Joel and Elton John!
Okay I must go. I have to wee. I have been drinking water all day and I broke the seal.
Sorry TMI.
Stace
October 7th 2002
2 days AD. After dynasty. Actually November 4th 2001 ended the dynasty.
Well, good…all of the so-called fans will disappear when the Yankees suck again and I’ll get better seats.
I really don’t to be here today. I want to be home sleeping.
Go Twins!
Go Cardinals!
I really have nothing to bitch about today. Damn. That sucks.
I’m sure something will happen to piss me off. It always does.
Stace
October 5th 2002
How could I be having such a horrible month when it's only five days old.
Goddamn Yankees.
Why did they pick this week to have a three game losing streak?
I hate when my baseball season ends early.
That hasn't happened since 1997. I've been spoiled for 5 years.
Fuckers.
I cried. Like a baby.
I have too much shit going on in my life.
Seriously. I am on an emotional rollercoaster. Thank God tomorrow's Sunday and I don't have to go to work.
I would have called in sick.
I still might.
I hate Michael Kay. I really do. He is so fucking annoying.
Wow it sucks to be a New York sports fan right now. The Yanks are out of it. The Giants and Jets just suck. The Mets have been out of it for a while. The Knicks are going to suck. The Rangers will most likely suck also. Ick.
I am almost relieved that it's over now. Because if they made the World Series and lost it like they did last year I would have really freaked out.
It's kind of ironic that Jason Giambi is out of the playoffs but Oakland is still in it.
And Tino is still in with the Cardinals.
Blame the Yankee pitching. The starters sucked, the bullpen sucked.
Joe Torre is smiling. WHY IS HE SMILING???
I know why. He has four rings...The Yankees have made the playoffs every year since 1995. They've accomplished more than most teams. They'll be back next year.
Okay I feel a lot better now.
I have the puppy asleep on my lap, I am watching Rock Star and I am in a better mood.
My mom said I should dress in all black on Monday like I am in mourning.
Go Cardinals!!!!
Heh.
Yay! The Cardinals won! They swept the Diamondbacks!!!
HAHAHAHAHA. At least the Yankees won a game.
There I go being positive.
Bruce Springsteen is beginning to resemble Joe Cocker. That's not a good thing.
I am going to Vegas in April! YAY!
The dog is still asleep on my lap.
Catherine Zeta Jones is too pretty. It's irritating.
I feel like a Red Sox fan tonight.
Stace
October 4th 2002 10:38pm
I cannot take these fucking umpires. Why can't they have consistent strike zones?!? MOTHERFUCKERS.
The asshole is calling strikes that our at least 6 inches off the fucking plate.
Goddamn it. This isn't helping my voice either because I am screaming at the stupid umps.
BECAUSE THEY SUCK ASS.
He's also calling strikes down around people's ankles. Derek Jeter is 6'3" not 5'3". A strike should not be called when the pitch is at his FUCKING SHIN!
I hate umpires. They all suck.
No one knows the correct strike zone.
JACKASSES.
I cannot take this shit. The Yankees are pissing me off. You lead a game 6-1 and now it's 6-5 with two men on and one fucking out. That's fucking great.
Why can't they just fucking win this fucking game? You know why? Because Stacey is having a horrible week and its just getting worse. That's why.
So they'll probably lose the fucking series.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
Private Benjamin is on. So is Return to Me. So I am flipping back and forth between them. And occasionally turning on the Yankee game.
I had to turn the game off because I was screaming at the TV.
My neighbors are probably like, "what the hell is she screaming about?"
Aw man, "Return to Me" always make me hungry. I want corn beef and cabbage now.
Fucking Yankees. They're losing the series now. They are down 2-1 and they are losing.
ASSHOLES!!!!
I actually snapped a hanger in half from hitting it so hard against my computer desk when they lost.
I get violent when I am angry. Wow.
Stace
October 4th 2002
Well I was right. I cried last night. A lot. I feel bad for my roommate because she had to listen to me freak out.
Emotions still suck.
So they are moving us all around the office. I am going to be far away from all of my buddies. I am so upset about that.
But I am also happy because I will be far away from the elevators.
And I am closer to the bathroom.
I am far away from my buddy Brian. I sit outside his office and he keeps me sane.
At least we all still have our own cubicles and I will be able to spread my stuff out all over the damn place.
I can’t wait for that.
Oh the lie I mentioned yesterday? It’s a doozy and I am so pissed off that I could spit.
I don’t understand why people have to be pussies and try to make someone think one thing when something else happens. All I ask is for people to be honest with me. That’s all. Tell me what’s on your mind. Tell me what you really want. Don’t make up stupid stories and try to put blame on people who have no involvement in what’s going on.
Ugh.
I am so glad it’s the weekend. I can avoid my problems and sleep.
I can’t believe people.
Yay I get to go home to an empty apartment. I have clean my room and do laundry.
God I hope the Yankees win tonight. PLEASE.
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!!! My week has been bad enough.
I still hate people. Not everybody but enough to fill up the Staten Island Ferry.
Okay it’s 5:44 on a Friday and I am still at work. I have to get out of here.
Stace
October 3rd 2002
What a day I had yesterday!
Fucking Andy Pettitte. Nice of you to suck ass last night babe.
And the rest of them can kiss my ass as well. I had a bad day, I was looking forward to being in my happy place and they HAD to lose!
I don’t like being lied to and I was lied to yesterday by someone I trusted and that makes me really angry. And I am hurt and I really didn’t want to be here today. I wanted to stay in bed.
And then the Yankees lost! And then I missed the 1:30 ferry and had to take the 2:30 ferry back to Staten Island. I got home at 3:10 and passed out cold.
Then I wake up to my roommate’s dog chewing on the bathroom garbage remnants that she decided to play with while I was asleep. How she got in there I have no idea but I was ready to fucking kill someone. I had no voice so I couldn’t even yell at her. Everything was all over the bathroom and the fucking hallway.
I was late for work and didn’t clean it up. I put the gate back up and left for work. Apparently she got back in there. Like that’s my fault? She’s lucky I didn’t throw her out the window. I started crying because I was just so tired and frustrated.
Then I started crying at work.
And I cried at lunch.
And I am sure I will be crying tonight.
I hate being tired. Everything gets blown out of proportion when you’re exhausted. You cry over stupid things. I cried because people didn’t say anything about my new hairdo.
I hate being a woman.
Emotions still suck. Well, some are good like anger. Anger is very good. Love sucks, like sucks, lust sucks, sadness sucks…EVERYBODY SUCKS!!!!!
Aw crap. Friends is on tonight. I will probably pass out before it comes on.
Some dude fired shots at the UN. My brother called up to make sure I wasn’t close to the UN. Aw he’s so cute!
My head is burning from the chemicals they used in my hair last night. It’s killing me.
I really need to lie down and not get out of bed for three weeks.
2002 is not turning out well at all for me. Thank god it’s almost over.
I think I need to move somewhere far away.
Hmmm California here I come.
Fucking people.
I HATE EVERYBODY.
Stace
October 2nd 2002
What happens to Stacey every October? She loses her voice after a Yankee playoff game. I feel bad for my throat because I am going again tonight. And if I have something to scream about, I will.
What a great game! Of course the media jinxed them by saying Yankee Stadium is magical, there will be no comeback tonight and they’ll lose.
I hate the media sometimes. They ruin everything. Michael Kay had to open his big fucking mouth last week and say, “..when Alfonso Soriano hits his 40th home run.” IF you moron! IF! And because Michael Kay said that he didn’t get to 40, he was stuck on 39.
Jackass.
Okay so since I was at the game and in the upper deck I missed the brouhaha about Giambi’s pants. And I am so pissed I missed it! I heard they were focusing in on his ass for most of the game! Yeehaw!
He hit another home run for me. Yay!
I really have no voice. I sound scary.
Heh.
Please God…let them win again tonight.
I’ll be so happy.
I couldn’t imagine being anything other than a Yankee fan. There is something so special about being there in October. And my man Ronan sang “God Bless America” during the 7th inning. All 56,710 in attendance sang along with him. I had chills.
The Diamondbacks got spanked last night. Aw.
Go Cardinals!
I am so tired. I ended up running into a guy I went to college with on the way home on the train so I went out for a drink with him and his friend. I got home sooooo late.
I hope tonight’s game doesn’t end at 2.
Knowing my luck it’ll be like a 15 inning game.
Yikes.
Hmmmmm. Do I have anything to bitch about today?
Not yet. But the day is still young. It’s only 12:30 and knowing this place I will probably get pissed off at someone.
I made an appointment to get my haircut after work. I want nice clean hair for tonight.
I had such a good time last night all by myself at Yankee Stadium. I saw some people I knew and they were like, “you’re here alone!? Why?!” Because I like being by myself. I don’t need people around me to have fun. I create my own fun.
Ick.
Oh sorry. That was a normal reaction to certain people around here.
I need to do my homework.
Stace
September 29th 2002
I am cracking up right now watching the Goonies in Spanish. The voices are cracking me up.
“I smell ice cream!”
I want Jennifer Love Hewitt’s boobs. Not too play with of course, to have as my own.
I ordered “the Firm” workout tapes today…and their fanny lifter. I want to be in the best shape of my life. And I will work my ass off if I have to. I got so many compliments last night about how good I look. It felt great. Especially since the comments were made by boys and not my friends.
I had a 24 year old boy wanting to hook up with me but the fact that his face looked really young freaked me out. He looked about 15. Literally. He was really tall and kind of my type but I couldn’t bring myself to even kiss him.
Darn it.
Oh well.
My best friend hooked up with his really cute dumb friend.
I was envious.
But I was also very excited for her.
I just flipped on Tawny Kitaen’s E True Hollywood Story. Yikes.
I really wish my parents would get HBO so I wouldn’t have to wait until Monday to watch “the Sopranos”.
I am so excited for Tuesday and Wednesday! Yankee playoff baseball baby!
YEEHAW!
So Jason finished up the regular season with 41 home runs and 122 RBIs. Not too shabby.
Alfonso didn’t get his 40th HR. *insert sad face*
But he had one of hell of a season. Damn. And the boy is only 24 years old. I cannot imagine what he’s going to be like in a couple of more years.
Uh oh “The Anna Nicole Show”. She is a freak.
Okay I gotta go to bed. Daddy wants to leave for work at 6 instead of 6:30. Yikes.
I think I’ll shower tonight or…shower real early tomorrow…or just shower at the gym.
Okay goodnight kids…
Stace
September 27th 2002 2:24PM
There will no formal apology for the asshole comment yesterday Mr. X. You're still an asshole.
That doesn't mean I don't like you anymore.
Stace
September 27th 2002
Wow I thought yesterday was bad. Today is a lot worse. I hate rain. I could never live in Seattle. I’d be in a permanently bad mood.
I worked out like a maniac today! I feel so good! I love working out. I can’t believe I have become the type of person who gets upset when they skip a day at the gym.
I haven’t really lost that much weight I have lost inches. That’s the key. I am a size 8 again! YEEHAW!
I cannot wait for next summer. I will be walking around in a bathing suit without having to cover my ass for the first time in ages.
Yay!
I still need to tone some stuff up but I am looking and feeling a lot better.
Oooo yesterday a cute guy was waiting in the vestibule of my building on 6th Avenue and I was getting my umbrella out of my bag when he walked up to me and said, “You wouldn’t happen to be walking up to 52nd Street.” I shook my head and said, “I was actually going to try and catch a cab uptown. I’m sorry.” He said, “That’s ok. Have a good afternoon.” I am such an idiot!!!! He could have been my future husband! I should have walked him up to 52nd Street and then taken a cab from there! I am so dumb sometimes.
Why do I always think of these things after the fact!?
He was very cute. Tall, brown hair, blue eyes, AHHHHHHH. I have to go now. I am so upset.
Stace
September 26th 2002
It’s gross in New York today. It’s supposed to rain. I wish it would already. Just to get it over with.
I know I’ve said this before but I will say it again. Pushing the elevator button 50 times does not make it get to you faster.
How come people in New York always have to go ahead of everyone else? Case in point: You’re standing on a street corner waiting for the light to change so you can walk. You are actually standing on the street and someone will step in front of you and get buzzed by a speeding cab just so they can be the first one across the street. What is that all about?!? And my favorite thing about that is the woman who wears stiletto like heels and can hardly walk having to be the first one to attempt to walk across the street but I inevitably leave her in the dust in my chunky heels. Ass.
Ok Derek Jeter was 3for 4 last night with 2 doubles and 2 RBIs. I feel like writing a letter to George. ‘Your boy Jeter may be scoring home runs at home but he is sucking at the ballpark. Lets see him hit for the baseball cycle and stop paying so much attention to the bedroom cycle, ok?’ Christ. I hate when he dates people. His batting average always suffers.
So as of right now the Yankees have the best record in baseball. It better stay that way damn it.
I love that new show ‘Fastlane’ on Fox. Peter Facinelli is h-o-t. Damn. You gotta love eye candy!
GRRRRR.
I got my playoff tickets. Woo hoo!
It’ll probably start raining when I go to see my therapist in a half an hour. Stupid weather.
Derek Jeter’s parents were at the game yesterday. I wish I could sit next to them. Heh. I wouldn’t be able to yell like I normally do.
Man I hate people sometimes. Could you tell someone you’re leaving? What if that person was sending you an IM or something?? Asshole.
I don’t understand people.
And I was in a good mood in spite of the rain.
Stace
September 23nd 2002
Derek Jeter is pissing me off. Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with him?
I hate the male species again.
Christ Jason! What the fuck?!?!?!?! This guy is a pitcher on the goddamned Devil Rays!!!
These jackasses won't have home field advantage because they can't fucking beat the FUCKING Tampa Bay Devil Rays!!
Ugh.
I hate everybody right now.
No scratch that I just hate men.
I was thinking about something that really pissed me off.
I can't talk about it on this page, though. Oh well.
It's really bad. Really really bad.
FUCKING MEN!
The Jets suck, don't they? Heh. The preseason Super Bowl Champs.
Of course, they could end up 13-3 right? Ok who am I kidding.
And Big Blue with their IMPRESSIVE softball, er, football game yesterday. 9-6? What the hell kind of score is that?
Oooo I completely forgot about Queer As Folk! Woo hoo! Season one episode. Seeing that will make me happy.
Mmmm Gale. Mmmmm. Yummy.
Three minutes. Woo hoo! I hope it's a good episode. I don't even know which one they are up to.
Something to cheer me up! Boys kissing other boys! YAHOO!!!
OOOOOOOOOOO the white t-shirt/guitar episode!!!! YAY!
Christ he's beautiful.
Fuckin Yankees.
I am so tired...emotionally and physically. I need a vacation.
I'm going to bed.
Stace
September 20th 2002
Wow there is so much to talk about.
First, those two white trash motherfuckers who attacked the first base coach of the Kansas City Royals last night in Chicago. Um hello? Security anyone?!?!
Yes I called them white trash. A 34 year-old father and his 15 year-old son decided to attack the poor guy who was just standing there doing his job. Assholes. And did you see them? Ick. I don’t understand how 1) they got on the field and 2) they were allowed to beat on him. Where the fuck were the security guards? You’d think after what happened to Monica Seles in 1993 that owners would be a little more cautious. I guess not. And how the fuck did they carry a knife into the ballpark?! Thank God they didn’t stab the guy. Don’t they check people when they go in? Or do they only do that at Yankee Stadium. In the post 9/11 world we need to be careful. Asses.
Secondly, Joe Torre needs to be fucking smacked upside the head. Sterling Hitchcock, sucks ass! Don’t put him in any game, ever again. The Yankees have not clinched the division and they haven’t clinched home field advantage yet either. Why risk losing home field advantage throughout the playoffs??? CHRIST! Do I have to think of everything? You’d think he’s never been in the postseason before. Ugh I was so pissed off last night. How the fuck can the Yankees lose two of three to the fucking Devil Rays?!?!?! DAMN IT!
I hate my uterus again.
I’ll like it when I get pregnant and have a cute little baby but right now I fucking hate it.
I vote yes to Juan Rivera as the starting left fielder in the playoffs. Shane Spencer is a baby and Rondell White couldn’t hit a beach ball thrown to him at 15 mph.
What else? Oh I almost shoved a kissing couple into oncoming traffic because they were blocking my way across Broadway last night. I hate Public Displays of Infection.
I am going to my first Country and Western concert tomorrow. It should be interesting.
My hair looks good today for some reason…it’s very bouncy and curly. Hmmmmmm. I’ll have to remember what I did to it this morning.
So a report came out that as many as 7 Met players have a pot problem. Heh.
I think that’s the least of Steve Phillips’ worries right now.
I am going out to lunch again today. This is my fourth lunch in three weeks. You gotta love birthdays! They last weeks around here.
I’m sure I’ll have more to bitch about later….
Stace
September 20th 2002 (continued)
I have a wart on the bottom of my foot! Damn it! I have never gotten one before and it’s grossing me out. And it hurts like a mofo. Walking on it is flattening it into the bottom of my foot.
OW!
Yankee playoff tickets went on sale today. I bought a single ticket to the first home game of the Division Series. That’s all I could get. Oh well.
At least I’ll be there, right?
I was going to get tickets for the ALCS but I don’t think they are going to make it past the first round…I know I have no confidence whatsoever.
I want to go home! Darn it!
I told my mom to go and buy some Compound W for this thing on my foot. Ick. I looked for some last night at a Duane Reade on 72nd Street and didn’t find any. Darn it.
Oh! Lunch was nice. I had Shepard’s Pie and it was delicious.
I really do want to go home…and lay down in fetal position.
Ooo there’s an idea.
I hate going home to my parents’ house because they don’t have YES and I can’t see Yankee games.
But I love seeing my cats.
Ooo two minutes until quitting time! Yeehaw!!!!
Stace
September 11th 2002
I am going to Yankee Stadium tonight. They are having a ceremony for the 9/11 victims and I want to be in my happy place on this day of remembrance.
It’s hard to believe that it’s been a year. Sometimes it seems like yesterday and other times it seems like five years ago.
Some of the feelings I had a year ago today I have not gone away. I am still angry, I am still scared and I still cannot believe it actually happened.
My heart still skips a beat when I hear sirens or a low flying plane. In fact I always have to look up when there is a plane flying overhead just to see where it’s headed.
I was relieved when it wasn’t a perfectly clear day today and that it didn’t mirror last September 11th. That would have been really eerie.
I cannot believe all of those people died. What’s worse is that a lot of them were never found. They were obliterated.
Ugh.
It still pisses me off.
I still say fuck off to the people who think we deserved this,
And I still say fuck off to the people who thought New Yorkers were making a big deal of the attacks. Big deal my ass.
Iraq and Sadaam Hussein can kiss my ass also.
I hope Osama Bin Laden burns in hell when we get to him (if he isn’t dead already).
Okay I am going to stop before I get more pissed off.
Stace
September 9th 2002
There is definitely a feeling of dread around here this week. I can see it in people’s eyes. No one wants 9/11 to come. They want it to go from 9/10 to 9/12. Kind of like how elevators skip from 12 to 14 in some high rises.
I am really not looking forward to it at all. I got tickets for the Yankee game that night though. They are going to dedicate a monument to the victims of 9/11 and place it in Monument park. I’m sure I’ll be crying so I’ll bring lots of tissues with me.
Today is better than last Thursday and Friday so far. It’s still only half way over.
It’s a beautiful day today. One of my coworkers mentioned how eerie days like today are because they remind him of 9/11. I’m glad I’m not the only one who feels that way.
Well, okay not that beautiful. It’s a little too hot for me. I am not a big fan of sweating from doing nothing. Working out and sweating is fine.
I think I am getting sick. I feel a head cold coming. Yuck.
Oh by the way, feelings still suck.
I have so much work to do and I don’t want to do anything. I am not in the mood to be here at all.
And I may be staying late so I can finish everything before the switch.
PMSing sucks.
Stace
September 8th 2002
Okay it seems that there is a whole different world in the lower level of Yankee Stadium. Are the upper deck people not good enough to get Kripsy Kreme donuts?!?! What the fuck?
Well they won today and my man hit another HR in my presence. Yeehaw. And Derek hit one too!
I'd like to know how it was David Wells's fault that some wacko attacked him. Some douchebag was on the local news saying Wells was a disgrace. Um hello? He was attacked. Jackass.
Please God, let this week be better than last week.
Are you ready for some football?? The Jets won a thriller. Maybe I'll start rooting for the Jets since I know it would annoy the crap out of a guy I know. Dickhead.
I had 43 lbs of laundry. I feel bad for my roommate since she dropped it off for me.
Now I am set for the next month.
My brother was on his best behavior at the game today.
He wore the same shirt that he wore to Wednesday's game. I told him to wear to every playoff game. I am so superstitious.
I said to him, "I don't care how cold it gets!"
Today was a beautiful day. Sunny, clear, not too hot, not too windy. Perfect.
I am in the middle of cleaning my room right now. Yeah I waited until Sunday at 10:30 to do it. Better late then never, right?
I have the greatest idea for a book. I thought of it on the train ride home from the game.
I can't wait to get started.
Alrighty then, I need to finish my room and then go to bed so I can get up and go to work. Ick.
Stace
September 7th 2002
Waking up at 7:03 AM on a Saturday sucks ass.
Just over a week until the Sopranos new season. Yay!
Was anyone else excited when the USA Basketball team lost twice? HAHAHA.
Serena Williams is not attractive (I don't care what you say Chris).
They have bleachers and a giant screen set up across the street from my building so people can watch the Open.
I was there last night after work.
Something is wrong with Derek Jeter. I don't know if he's hurt and not telling people or if something's going on that distracting him, but he is just looking bad at the plate. He doesn't have as many extra base hits as he usually does at this point in the season. He's even sucking in the field. Derek, sweetie, get help for whatever is ailing you before the playoffs, please?!
Was I sappy or what last night? Sorry about that.
I think it's a combination of a lot of things going on right now. And I am really not looking forward to Wednesday.
I don't like how our company has not made one mention of 9/11. Other people I know were notified whether or not they should go in to work that day. Not us.
I'm going to have to go in really early that day to avoid the chaos downtown.
I have no clothes left. I have to do laundry, badly.
I also have to clean my room, thoroughly. It's grossing me out.
I am going to vacuum, clean the windows, and throw some stuff out.
Wow Derek Jeter looks hot when he's mad. Damn. Dear Lord.
I wish I could go back to bed.
Okay it's 5:29 and I did go back to bed. I slept for close to three hours. I guess that's what happens when you're emotionally drained.
I still haven't cleaned my room. I did fix my bed so I can make piles on it...that's something, right?!
I am sitting here and singing along to various CDs. And I am actually having a grand ole time. Seriously. I haven't had a day like this in a while. I was blasting Shania Twain earlier and singing at the top of my lungs. Thank God I can more than carry a tune.
It's good to have a day alone. You just do whatever the hell you want. I choose to sit here in my Derek Jeter T shirt and underwear and dance around my room to "Beautiful Stranger" by Madonna.
Now it's Donna Summer.
Damn Yankees lost to the Tigers. Jackasses.
I have so much laundry. It's probably going to be like 40 lbs. Yikes..
I love my friends. They're all worried about me. How sweet.
Okay Ron Jeremy is fucking ugly and I don't know how anyone could have sex with him. Ick.
Bleh.
New Trading Spaces tonight! Yahoo!!!
I am all over the place today. I am not mad so I can't bitch about anything.
Doug on Trading Spaces cracks me up. He's such a bitch.
The Lexus commercial where the woman loses her enormous diamond ring at the beach actually makes me sick to my stomach.
The Joe boxer commercial with the dude dancing in his underwear cracks me up.
I love all of the AFLAC commercials..
I need a new job.
Wait I said that yesterday.
Okay so I still need one.
Now I am listening to Anita Baker. Yes I said Anita Baker. I have very ecclectic musical tastes.
The Yankees better win tomorrow.
David Wells was attacked this morning by some deranged loser. He got two teeth knocked out!
Ouch.
I wonder what it's like to be in love with someone. I've never been in love. I've been in like (lots of times) but never in love.
I really have to find someone who will make me his main priority.
Is anybody out there?!
I'll find him. Someday my prince will come.
Oh ick I am getting all mushy and romantic. Puke. I hate that shit.
That's probably my problem. I hate PDAs. And I get so pissy when I see other people kissing in public. Get a room and spare me please.
And is everyone in New York having babies? Christ. I saw so many young babies yesterday. I felt so out of the loop.
I need to get pregnant to fit in here.
Okay maybe not.
I can't even take care of myself.
One of my coworkers promised to bring his son in someday. I said, "Before he starts driving please." He's only a few months old. I love when my coworkers bring in their kids. And every one of my coworkers has cute kids. I think it's in the water or something. Maybe I should stay there until I get married and pregnant so I can have a cute kid.
I just pray that my kid gets my height but not my skin. The first sign of a pimple and that child is going to a dermatologist.
I am always so concerned with men's height, I'll probably end up marrying someone shorter than me.
Hehe.
I was at a wedding in July where the bride was a few inches taller than the groom.
Oh that was the wedding where my mom almost killed that dude that hit her! Hahaha.
I think I am wearing my Giambi All Star jersey tomorrow.
I am 1 and 1 when I wear it.
Ooo another Trading Spaces! YAY!
Stace
September 6th 2002
Wow, these past 28 hours have been so weird for me. I am not a happy camper at the moment but I am a lot better than I was at 9:00 last night when I was bawling on the phone with my best friend.
Crying is a good thing sometimes. I felt a lot better afterwards…until something else made me sad and I started up again.
Then this morning one of my co-workers was joking about the skirt I was wearing (which she does every time I wear this particular skirt) and I started crying. I felt bad for her because she was like, ‘Oh my God you know I’m just kidding.’
I feel a lot better this afternoon because a lot of shit was resolved. Well, sort of.
Thank God it’s Friday.
I hate feelings they suck. Especially when you can’t control them. I wish we had an on/off switch when it comes to matters of the heart. Like one day you can wake up and say, “I don’t like him anymore.” Someone needs to invent a pill or something. I’d buy stock in it.
Having feelings for someone you shouldn’t have feelings for is a bad thing. A very bad thing. And when the person kinda sorta returns some of the feelings it’s even worse
God I am so stupid sometimes. I always let myself fall for unavailable people. It’s like I think it’s safe because I don’t have to deal with the everyday stuff that goes into making a relationship work. I just get the fun. I need someone to slap me, really hard.
I feel like my heart was ripped out of my chest and stepped on. And people warned me and told me not to get involved but I said, “It’s OK. I can handle it!” Yeah right.
I think I do want someone of my own. But every time I try it never works. Something always fucks it up.
Oh woe is me.
All right enough with this sappy shit.
I was thinking of going up to Yankee Stadium by myself to see the game tonight but I think I’d rather go home, watch it on YES and drool over the new Giambi Nike commercial in the privacy of my room. Alone.
Shit there I go again.
Did I tell you that I found a new favorite sandwich? It’s a chicken/avocado sandwich from this place called Pret downstairs in the concourse. It is Yum to the my. Good lord.
We are also going to be getting a Hale and Hearty which has the best soups ever. That place better open up soon!
I found out today that I am going to be losing my account manager Garnette. And I am gaining a new one named Paulette. She has a lot of crappy orders and I am not a happy camper.
I have to get out of this job but I love the people here. Some of them too much. Like Brian, I sit outside of his office. He was out on vacation all last week and it really sucked. He makes me laugh and he is seriously one of the nicest guys you could meet.
My girl Jessica who is my gym buddy and sometimes drink buddy. Then we have Tom, he gave me the Roger Clemens autographed ball, we have become really close friends and he makes me laugh every day. I also don’t like if he’s out. They keep me sane.
I love the people in my office. I just hate the job itself.
I need to get back into sports. I wonder if the Yankees can hire anyone now that everyone is taking their money.
Damn labor agreement.
Hmmm the YES Network?
ESPN? Oh wait that’s too far from me. I don’t drive so I need something in New York City.
It’s beautiful out right now. I think I will go and enjoy the weather because I will be kicking myself in November and December when I am freezing my ass off outside.
Stace
September 5th 2002
I hate my life sometimes...just when I think things are going well. BAM!!! Life says, “Fuck you Stacey! You don’t deserve anything!” Especially not happiness. Everyone else gets it but you.
I want to crawl into a hole for the next year or so.
I was all happy this morning because I was able to go to the Yankee/Red Sox game last night. I had good seats. And not only did the Yankees win, BUT Jason Giambi finally hit a home run at a game I attended. YIPPEE!!!! He also hit it to left field, which he hardly ever does and I was sitting near left field! I usually sit on the first base side, not the third base side.
My brother almost got kicked out of the stadium for harassing Rickey Henderson. Gee, where does he get that behavior from?!?
It was funny. We made new friends at the game too. The people behind us were visiting NY from South Carolina and Cleveland. They even took our picture after the game was over because they liked my brother and I so much. They were sweet.
Okay it’s time to go home, cry and fall asleep.
Stace
September 3rd 2002
The sun is finally out here in NY. Thank goodness. I was so depressed this weekend.
I hate rainy weather blues. They suck.
You know what else I hate? When the Yankees play like they are just going through the motions and lose 4 out of 5. Um hello? It’s the beginning of September, not the end. Don’t crap out now. Don’t give the Dead Sox hope.
Jesus.
I’ve been having nightmares about working at my old job again. And they are recurring dreams. I have no idea what they mean.
I didn’t dream last night because I didn’t sleep! I hate insomnia.
I have a new favorite show. “Curb Your Enthusiasm” on HBO. Larry David cracks me up.
I worked out at the gym today and now I feel rejuvenated!
Poor Jerry Lewis…he’s all puffy because of his medication.
They raised a lot of money in his telethon. Those kids are so cute. Once I get paid on Thursday I’ll go to the site and donate.
Sex and the City was so good last night. I am a little bummed the season is almost over. But hey the Sopranos is starting again soon.
It’s so funny how I only watch stuff on cable now.
My lunch is SFG.
It’s so amazing how mushy my dad is becoming now that I am out of the house. Like he’ll put his arm around me for no reason or pat my shoulder as he passes me. It’s unnerving.
I’m so used to him not being affectionate that when he does it I get freaked out. My therapist told me I should be happy that he is reaching out to me.
Have I ever told you how fucking cool my therapist is?! She rocks.
You know you’re a real New Yorker when you go to therapy once a week on the Upper West Side.
And take yellow cabs everywhere instead of the subway…hmmmm that could be why I have no money.
I need sex.
Nah. I need to make out.
Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?
I may have tickets to the Yankee/Red Sox game tomorrow night. Yahoo!
The Yankees better win.
I was cursing Derek Jeter out because he struck out with the bases loaded on a pitch that was armpit high. Jackass.
They all sucked yesterday.
Fuckin Red Sox. Carlos Baerga should sit the fuck down and shut up.
He was one of the Mets greatest acquisitions, huh?
Speaking of the Mets, I feel bad for them. They can’t win at home. And the only way they can’t lose at home is if there’s a rain out.
God watching people lift weights at the gym is such a turn on. Well, only certain people.
There are two I can think of right now.
And both work in my office. Hee.
Okay I must go, finish my lunch and start work. Yes it’s after 1 PM and I am just starting.
My weekend lasted a little longer than everyone else. Heh.
Stace
August 27th 2002
Have you ever had someone suck on your neck in an elevator? It’s awesome.
What a nice birthday present!
Speaking of birthday presents…one of my coworkers gave me a baseball signed by Roger Clemens! How fucking cool is that?!? I guess that person likes me because he actually put some thought into the gift. My account manager Garnette got me a $50 gift card to J Crew and took me out to lunch. I am so excited about the gift card. We have a J Crew downstairs.
My best friend Racquel got me a really nice Yankee sweatshirt. My other best friend Julie got me the biggest basket of Bath and Body works goodies ever! It’s so awesome! And it’s all Warm Vanilla Sugar!!
Have you ever wanted someone so badly that you thought you’d burst if you didn’t have them? Yeah that feeling SUCKS.
Damn men.
Oh I was proposed to at Yankee Stadium on Sunday. Well not really me but someone named Stacey who spelled it like me. I of course screamed out “DON’T DO IT!!!!”. A guy in the row in front of us laughed when I did that. I apologized and he said, “No I agree!”
Heh.
Even though they lost it was a fun game. I usually have fun at Yankee Stadium no matter what. Okay that’s not true. It sucks when they lose a playoff game.
Oh god...read this:
"She (Venus) really liked it," said Serena. "She said it was a great outfit. It is really fun and really exciting and very sexy ... I mean she just basically described me."
Serena Williams is describing her US Open Outfit from yesterday. Um hello? Could she be a little more vain?
Nice blonde weave by the way.
Ick.
I think I like Venus better.
I feel like I smell even though I just showered an hour ago at the gym. I hate that feeling.
I think it was my lunch.
I feel like being naughty today…uh oh Evil Stacey Is back.
Love in an elevator, loving it up when I'm going down...HAHAHAHAHAHA.
Evil Stacey
August 23rd 2002
Three days until my birthday!
To quote my good friend Mel out in Minnesota: YIP to the EEE!
So I got my Yankee playoff ticket invoice in the mail. They want me to pay up by August 30th. If the strike happens and they don’t play in October what then, am I screwed out of nearly $1,000?? Hmmm????
I don’t know what to do.
Fuckers.
Grrrrrr.
Have you ever done something bad but not feel bad about it for the reasons you should feel bad about it?
Did that make any sense!?
To the people who insist on filming footage of Ground Zero: GO AWAY!!! It’s a big empty pit now. You don’t need that on video.
And to the idiots who insist on selling pictures of the burning towers less than a block away from Ground Zero: You’re all disgusting.
One more thing…the E train does not go to the World Trade Center anymore so please top saying it on the announcement. Say “This is the E to Chambers Street.” The World Trade Center is no longer there. That makes me insane to hear that. What makes me even angrier are the people visiting NY who ask, ‘How do you get to the World Trade Center?” THERE IS NO WORLD TRADE CENTER. It was destroyed on September 11th 2001 in case you fucking forgot.
Ugh.
So they kicked Opie and Anthony off the air…well, sending people around to perform sexual acts in public is a little sick but doing it in St. Patrick’s Cathedral on one of the holiest days of the year is even worse. I am not a practicing Catholic anymore but that was appalling to me. Having sex in a church is just wrong.
I didn’t eat lunch and now I am starving. Maybe I should grab lunch now?
Nah. I’ll just starve.
I missed the Dixie Chicks this morning. I am a little mad about that. I actually like them. Boo!
Okay it is really freezing in here today. Jeez.
My account manager is getting me lunch. Isn’t she sweet?
I had a strange dream about a good male friend of mine. I am not sexually attracted to him at all but we were making out. It disturbed me.
On that note I must be going.
I hope everyone has a nice weekend!
Stace
August 19th 2002
Curt Schilling is a moron.
The Baseball players going on strike is not tragic…it’s stupid. I have no sympathy for guys who are making an average of 2 million a year in salary complaining about money. I’ll be lucky to make that amount of money in 30 years at my current salary. (Ok I just multiplied everything on my calculator—and I will make half of that in 30 years)
He was on ESPN Radio this morning and chose the word tragic to describe the possibility of baseball being on strike during the one-year anniversary of 9/11. Curt, tragic was a wrong choice of words. Selfish, pigheaded, asinine, hmmm anything else? Idiot.
When he was talking I didn’t know who it was at first and I thought, “Please don’t let this be a Yankee.” And when they thanked Curt Schilling I said, “Oh thank god!”
How about those Mets!? They are already on strike in Flushing.
The Yanks had a six game winning streak stopped yesterday by Seattle. Oh well. You can’t win em all.
I went skinny-dipping last night with people. I was the only naked in the pool. I was bold last night. I was never bold in my former life.
Someone offered me some fun for tonight and I think I may take him up on his offer. Fun=dirty activities.
Yeehaw!
I am woman hear me roar.
It’s okay for a girl to say she wants to get laid right? Madonna made that socially acceptable.
So I almost died at the gym today. I couldn’t go all last week because of my uterus so today was my first time there since August 8th. I decided to go on the cross trainer my usual 30 minutes…but instead of level 1 or 5 like I usually do…I did level 10. Hello jackass! By ten minutes I was dripping with sweat. By twenty minutes I was close to fainting. By the end I was almost dead. I recovered nicely after my shower. I just need to eat something.
Heh.
One of the women I used to work with was on the one next to me and she was like, “24 minutes?!?!” And I laughed and said, “Yeah I usually do 30.” She did 13 and was almost dying.
My birthday is a week from today. Yay! Not.
One of my best friends is house hunting with her husband…that depresses me a little bit. It’ll be cool when they have a house but they’ll be moving into a house, they are talking about having a baby…I just want a fucking boyfriend for Chrissakes!
Well Okay no I don’t. Not yet.
Maybe next year. I usually have good “boy” years in odd years. 1999 was pretty good, as was 2001, 2003 should be good.
Damn it I missed the Bee Gees!!!
Jason Giambi is supposed to be making a personal appearance at Macy’s Herald Square either today or tomorrow.
Could you imagine!? My supervisor told me about it. The first 300 people who buy at least $50 of Nike merchandise get to take a picture with him. Ahhhh…his big beefy arm around my shoulder, no my waist…yeah…mmmmmmmm. If it’s tomorrow I am going.
Maybe I’ll tell him I’m sorry for being such a bitch on Opening Day. Who I am kidding? I’ll be lucky if I get a sentence out.
I should have gotten lunch. My stomach is going to be eating itself.
Ok EW I just grossed myself out.
I am looking forward to going to my apartment tonight. I need to clean my room.
Are you ready for some football?! Well you better be because there will be no baseball!
Jackasses.
Maybe I can ask Giambi what the fuck they (the players) are thinking? And why the fuck would they want to further ruin baseball? It still hasn’t fully recovered from the 1994 strike.
Ugh. It’s so annoying. I want to hate them and I want to stop watching and going but I can’t do it.
My brother will not go with me this weekend. He refuses to go. He said, “Fuck them.”
I wish I could say the same thing. As much as it pisses me off that they set the strike date, I can’t stop watching it.
I was up until 5am on Saturday and I was flipping through the channels and they were showing more footage from 9/11 on Fox News Channel. They showed the view from the police helicopter when the South Tower collapsed and the North Tower was standing there burning on it’s own. It was very eerie. And hearing the terror in the helicopter pilots’ voices was horrifying.
I think I may avoid my TV on 9/11. I may come here anyway after all. Maybe I’ll ask for my personal day back.
Jesus I don’t feel good right now. I think I may have worked out too hard.
I need water.
Stace
August 16th 2002
Those motherfuckers set a strike date. I am so pissed off right now. They have a lot of nerve.
I am so mad I could spit.
And um hello? How could anyone have sex in St. Patrick’s Cathedral? That’s disgusting.
I cannot get the baseball strike out of my mind. It REALLY pisses me off.
I want fall to be here. I am sick of sweating on the way to work. It is so hot here.
It’s going to be hot through the weekend and then we will get some relief.
Okay. I can’t write anymore my left eye is throbbing. That can’t be good.
Stace
August 15th 2002
I am on a Rick Springfield kick right now. I heard my favorite Rick Springfield song of all time last night at the supermarket and I decided to bring his greatest hits into work.
I was singing while going down the aisles, it was so funny.
Slow people are pissing me off today. People who walk slowly, talk slow etc etc. I had a guy call me for something really simple and he was talking to me like I was 2. I felt like saying, “Dickhead give me the fax number before I walk over there and kick you.”
Ugh.
I didn’t even get lunch today. I don’t feel like eating.
Wait, that’s not a good thing.
I finally saw Jason hit a Home Run last night. But then he sucked the rest of the game. Oh well.
At least they won and they are still 5 games up on the Red Sox. Of course, none of that will matter if they FUCKING GO ON STRIKE.
I’m not angry or anything.
FUCKERS.
If the strike date is August 30th I am screwed because I am supposed to be getting tickets for the September 2nd game against the Red Sox. And the seats are near the Yankee dugout. Damn it!!! The one time I can be close to them and they have to FUCKING strike.
I watched Queer As Folk last night…I miss it. March is too far away.
Let’s move to a subject that you guys know is near and dear to me.
Is anyone else bothered by the fact that we have to go to work in New York City on September 11th? I took a personal day because I do not want to be in my office.
And I think that we shouldn’t have to be on that day. Especially people who work in high rise office buildings.
It pisses me off. How are we expected to concentrate on that day?
I am kind of hoping it isn’t a nice day like it was last September 11th. The weather was picture perfect that day.
I can’t write anymore. I’ll get really angry.
Stace
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