What the hell?: December 2003

it's tomorrow!

i'm a pauper, but so excited!

whee!

fun, at foot.
more to come later.

OOOOeee!

So this is what furnished feels like. Ok, semi-furnished. I'm excited to report there is a semblance of a bed in my bedroom. I've been lifted off the floor folks, and flying high!

Not nearly as high as the roomie who has a new asthma friendly bong. Perks for me include lack of pot smell in the house...and I don't have second hand smoke.

But I digress, for Christmas I received a lovely gift (mainly sweat and time) from both my parents. It tooks some effort, but very VERY excited. I've also decided to invest in pillow covers (not to aid my allergies) but to make the process of putting pillow covers on easier. Sweet jesus, it was a pain. I already loathe refitting the comforter with a duvet cover, but the new(ish) pillows are too puffy. Ugh. Yes, there are worse things to complain about, but hey.

Aw, pooches

... the head bartender at Schiller's Liquor Bar on the Lower East Side, confirmed that New Yorkers are getting pie-eyed without pause. "Thanksgiving to February, it's every night — lots and lots of drinking,"

"An ocean."

And here I had the family worried by polishing off three-quarters of a bottle of wine solo. Says the NY Times, I'm just following the crowd.

The Gift of Blog

Oh, those rascals at Blogger. Coming up with something as creative as The GIFT of Blog is precious. Check out the crafty, last minute solution one can use to not show up empty handed during the holidays.

Tee hee.

So i'm using a work machine to post to this site, instead of the family computer in long island - as the dad managed to BREAK the computer (somehow). He'll argue on that, but it' my blog and I can say whatever I want;) Granted, the man just brought me a cappuccino (complete with decorative cinnamon - or is chocolate?) topping!

Sigh.

Rain, rain, go away....although preferred over shoveling snow.

I want a laptop like this. And wireless access in my parents house. And my house.

It's much easier to work on stuff in the comfort of the living room/den etc. than sitting in a secluded office of the house. Or at least that's what i keep telling myself.;)

I'm exciting tomorrow is Christmas, and that I'm not obligated to work tomorrow. Yesterday I had a last minute invite to lunch with the dev team (which included the dev team manager and his boss). Lunch was spectacular, despite the fact I was not hungry (I had breakfast - who knew?), and that the Big B. has been slightly crazed as of late. (Says one thing, then does another. Kind of like my mother;)

Alright, alright. Now I'm off to run last minute errands with the family. They actually want to go to stores. Today. The day before Christmas.

Oy.

Absolutely, No Desire

To go to work.

I'm showered, dressed, shoeless and without a trace of makeup.

What's the point of going to the office when no one else is there?

...

How the time flies. I just (literally) wasted the entire day doing nothing. More tired than anyone in the under 50 set has a right to be, I lounged in bed until noon....only rousing to forage for food. The urbanite way: Delivery.

Chicken wings with Blue Cheese

When the common living space became construction central (cleaning lady), I went back upstairs to watch the remainder of the Mandy Moore movie, A Walk to Remember. Even though I panned it when it first came out, it was really good in that tear-jerker kind of a way. The kind where any single girl wants the story lead to fall in love - but happily forever. Not until she announces she has cancer and will die soon.

Yeck.

The only substantial thing accomplished yesterday (aside from dressing for work), was a satisfying threading session with the Bombay ladies. (Yay, nice eyebrows.)

My plans to see Trisha were shelved for good reason. Every woman needs their space. But I did a poopy, thing and begged off from seeing the show I was supposed to see with her. I "released" the ticket. Oy, such drama. Long story. Not interesting for most. But I feel poopy about it. Edna laid on the guilt.

Instead, I waited for E to show and we went to the Paramount and a really cool place, Firebird. Although I wish they wouldn't have made Lana Rein wear the stupid Russian hat..

Alright. Two hours and change to bathe and prepare for a Saturday outing. Pat & Susan are in town, and Linnea is having a holiday party.

What to wear, what to wear....

Ok,

so when i last posted i was wide awake...and i apparently just took another nap.

if sleep is the elixir to life (and hopefully beauty), i'm stocked up for the near future.

bleh.

going back to bed.

TV Time

Woe is me nothing. I've seen enough television in the last 5 hours it hurts. Of particular amusement, was Pumkpin . C. Ricci in action is always good. This movie was, er, different. Somehow poking fun at a retarded boy, sorority life and shallowness blended into an enjoyeable flick. Don't ask. Just rent it from Blockbuster or flip it on w/on demand cable.

I'm still coughing like a seal, but my body doesn't feel in like it's in melt down mode. Tomorrow at work is going to suck. I have this odd sensation on my chest, or perhaps in, where breathing is hard. Well, not hard, but ticklish. Which prompts the cough. Bet I get a seat on the train tomorrow. SNort.

Yep

igotflu says it best.

Ok, so it's a cheasy advert site from Roche, but the info is all there @ igotflu.com. I confirm I feel very much like the image above. I was getting ready to go to work today (figured a bit of dayquil would do the trick), but I couldn't finish blowdrying my hair.

i'm SO tired.

sniffle

i called it quits for the day, stopped at duane reade (to stock up on nyquil and a vaporizer) and am ready to fall asleep.

slightly awkward since i didn't hear from ali re: lunch w/perrin, but i feel like crap. i kept throwing up and was freezing at work. (you try wearing two sweaters at work w/o anyone noticing)

if i die of the flu, someone pls. buy me new shoes;)

Poisson

So they have fish where my brother is.

Apparently he's single-handedly trying to eat them all;)

Blake - Wesley Allen Bed in Aged Iron

Blake - Wesley Allen Bed in Aged Iron

or the Cape Cod in a black stain!!

OR if my room was big enough: the black canopy with sleek modern lines.

sigh

Enough

Just when I thought the she-beast was behaving, there just had to be another comment.

It's ten 'til midnight and I drop another screwdriver, followed by a soft headed hammer. thud, THud.

"You're going to have to stop the hammering soon. It's almost midnight."

erm.

??

...and so I say, "And you're worried about the neighbors?"

and so I hear, "Yes, on both sides."

RIGHT> Next time you and your boyfriend get stoned and ramp up the volume, I'll remind you of the same. Guess who is setting her alarm clock just to make enough noise in the hallway to rouse the dead?

WHATever.

I have a 3/4 completed Ikea closet. The one door was harder to put on than I thought it would be. And then there were the poles. Ugh. But I do have a shelf up!

Tomorrow morning I'm going to start transferring clothes once I put the other door up. Well, and in stall the trouser pull.

Tomorrow I'll tell about the goodies I picked up tonight. And the FABulous haircut I picked up for $29. Such a nice guy, and a haircut that I'm sure I couldn't afford if he was in a nicer salon.

Night!

I'm officially aging

In 24 hours and 39 minutes.

ugh.

Ha!

Thank you ALison. That was too funny.

That's Right

Go ahead and say,"Um..." when you're thinking too hard. If you have something to say or ask, one must hurry. I am not hanging around waiting to be asked.

This most likely surrounds the outstanding balance for the cleaning service (which, calculated on the amount of witnessed effort, earns more hourly than I do --- PRE tax). Or, possibly, the lamp, box, and bigger box still in the upstairs hallway. OR, potentially, the empty boxes in teh front room. Those I'm willing to concede on, the rest, I'll make a token gesture on depending on my mood tomorrow. WHATever.

Thank goodness for friends who know when to smack me into a semi-reality. It's time to stand up for myself. Work, domestic and personal. And it is perfectly acceptable to be be selective in returning phone calls.

Returning to my earlier tirade, F. actually had the nerve to borrow clothes of mine. And the excuse was,"Oh, you weren't around to ask."

Ladies. Gents. I have one thing to say.

F*ck you.

...and you can try and bite me. Clothes borrowing brings back memories of Cecilia back from college. The psycho crack addict who I would wake up to staring at my boob. Plural, if both girls spilled out of my nightie while sleeping.

C is now a mom of 3 (or possibly 4) girls in the state of Ohio. Oh, and she's an elementary school teacher. Nice.

There is nothing normal about anyone. Myself included. Part of my hesistation (ok, and reluctance) in planning any activities for the weekend surround the choices I've made. It's borderline embarassing to say the potential invitee list can be summarized on one hand. I'm the most difficult person i know. And i don't even like myself 1/2 of the time. The fact that men (or even boys without chest hair) find my appalling, should not come as such a shock.

I'm pleased as punch planning my departure from Sunnyside. I have literally nothing to go on except a good gut feeling. But things have a way of working themselves out. And I don't think subsidies are on the horizon for the moochers.

La dee dah.

Let me count the ways

In no particular order, the very exciting list of things that have kept me busy as of recent:

The Caretaker
The NYC Playboy party
Dinner Party (yum!)
Simon and Garfunkel concert in Jersey
Gypsy (the fundraiser)

Dude. Buuuuuuusy.

And almost booted, but I'm choosing to block this out.

I came home tonight (and yet again) ate like there is no tomorrow. I'm blaming my period on my 'bloated' state, but really, we all know what's going on here. Too much intake. Not enough exercise.

Tomorrow is comp day in the office. It was like the night before christmas. Not a soul was anywhere to be found. and apparently all of wall street goes out tomorrow night. not i, since i count the pennies. speaking of which, i've decided to opt out of all the cable services i never use since i'm never home. that'll kill them. you know, the people who nearly have their con ed bill TURNED Off.

morons.

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Vega

Crap, I missed Celebrity Poker. I wanted to catch that and the new Queer Eye Wednesday.

bleh. I want tivo.

A Cheery Cold Morning

I'm up before dawn b/c I had a conference call with TK and LN.

Bleh. But go irene for assertion. I've become hard core. Passing "You must do this" mandates to folks left and rigth with the approval of my boss. Funniest thing ever. I'm a pariah, but performing my job function well. Oh, the irony. But things happen.

Whatever. I'm more excited about my delivery in two plus hours. Ikea is coming! Granted, as I worked so late Wednesday, my room definitely not prepared for massive change. I had hoped to pile things up in a corner ahead of time, but will only start that this morning. And as I was jammed up at the office, i did not venture to Astoria ahead of time to purchase a bed frame. So all the crap that presently resides under my bed will be piled next to my closet. Or, more likely. I'll put all of the stuff on top of my mattresses until later in the day. Actually, ALL of the stuff in my room will fall in that category. I forgot how late Matt and Flora are around weekdays. Ikea provided a range of 8-12....I was hoping to avoid the roomies all together.

Couple of reasons:

Conversation two days ago about food
Recent bill sent to my email work account

If you know me, you know how the roomies prefer to let bills collect dust before paying. At a late hour they elt me know my amount and ask for a check. I think it's ridiculous to expect an immediate turnaround. And I like to make them wait. The fact is often that I have the money, but they don't. But they should plan a little better.

The total for this billing cycle was somthing like 116. The parts I need to dispute surround the cleaning service and the cable. The last time I paid cable, I paid for two months. I wrote a check for two months...but in looking at my statement, think they forgot to deposit the check. In theory I've paid. They're just so disorganized they don't know that. But they've forgotten the double payment. This was before the other room started using cable for the computer, so his usage I had chalked up as a freebie. (What else is new?) (Not to mention that the start up cost was incurred solely by me. It was 50 bucks. Whatever. URGH. Just rememebered the hassle it was to arrange for the cable guy to show up. And the day i took off from work to do it.)

Cleaning Service.
My part is now $33. Er, when we first talked about a person coming in, it was for $20 each. Then it was going to be $80 split. Not a hundred. Sorry. The high end cleaning services only charge $17 an hour, for a 4 hour minimum. Bad planning over here. I don't want conflict, but i don't want to subsidize the fact they're slobs.

And finally, my personal favorite: sharing of things I've bought.

Flora: "Irene, how was that red pepper spread?"
What spread?

The one in the fridge.
Er...not sure....

Matt: Oh. That was me. I was starved and had nothing to put on my pretzles.

RIGHT. That's why I go shopping in antipation of needing things. I don't care if it pisses them off. I'm buying TODAY storage bins for under the sink to keep my food. I'm tagging everything with stickers and numbering them. If you want to drink ginger ale (a popular item these days) GO TO THE F*CKING STORE.

Unreal.

What the hell?

Tuesday, December 30, 2003

it's tomorrow!

Sunday, December 28, 2003

OOOOeee!

Saturday, December 27, 2003

Aw, pooches

Wednesday, December 24, 2003

The Gift of Blog

Tuesday, December 23, 2003

Absolutely, No Desire

Saturday, December 20, 2003

...

Wednesday, December 17, 2003

Ok,

TV Time

Yep

Tuesday, December 16, 2003

sniffle

Monday, December 15, 2003

Poisson

Sunday, December 14, 2003

Blake - Wesley Allen Bed in Aged Iron

New Hope - Wesley Allen New Hope bed in Matte Black finish

Titanic - Renaissance Titanic Bed

Marshall Field's : Edo Lounge Chair

List to review

Saturday, December 13, 2003

Enough

Thursday, December 11, 2003

I'm officially aging

Wednesday, December 10, 2003

Ha!

That's Right

Tuesday, December 09, 2003

Let me count the ways

Thursday, December 04, 2003

Vega

A Cheery Cold Morning

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