Peeps & Roaches
aka
Rants & Raves
Forgive
us if we don't agree with Ms. DuMaurier's second point. This is where
we'll air our opinions, both rants and raves.
Why
Peeps & Roaches? Probably because Victoria believes they are the
only things which would survive a nuclear apocalypse. And yes, she
has thought way too much about this.
She'll
probably be the only one ranting [or, as I've been informed, blogging
- what a dumbass coinage] for now. The others all have lives.
August
31 , 2001
8:00
pm EDT, victoria
I don't like the scent of gardenias. Don't much like patchouli, either.
Makes me gag.
Just
so you know.
Also,
writing smut on the subway? Embarrassing. Writing first person, present
tense smut while wedged in between your fellow commuters? Utterly
and excuciatingly embarrassing.
I
spent the last two days doing just that, and let me tell you, thank
God my handwriting is atrocious. I can't imagine what
kind of big old pervert people would think I am, writing stuff like
that down in a notebook while I'm in a public place.
So,
summer's ending. How depressing is that? I like fall, but I still
have that little kid inside me who hates to see the summer end. And
I really don't like cold weather. Though the fact that the subway
comes up right under my building at the new job is pretty damn cool.
I'm liking the idea of not having to schlep through rain and snow
in the mornings. Somehow, I don't mind it so much on the trip home.
*g*
Okay,
I have a couple ideas for new fics, but they're kind of ambitious.
I've been trying to think of songs about prison, so if you know any,
e me at shoe715@yahoo.com.
I need quotes, is all.
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August
21 , 2001
10:00
pm EDT, victoria
God, I've been terribly neglectful.
Going
on vacation and then starting a new job will do that to you.
Not
that you've missed me. <g> Oh, no. I never get emails about
Peeps & Roaches. When's the next All of Heaven Away? Where's Stripper!Scott?
These are things people ask me about, but never this page.
Sigh.
I'm so unsung. <g> I'm also joking...
The
vacation was great, the job is working out well so far, but the getting
up early is killing me. I haven't been able to shake the "stay
up til all hours on the internet" habit yet, so I'm a zombie
in the mornings...
Anyhow,
I felt like I was neglecting this little corner of the world, so now
I've done my duty. <G>
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July
27, 2001
11:55
pm EDT, victoria
This evening's plans consisted of ice cream, hair dye (Feria), nair (raspberry, which smells like old nair, except for the raspberry overlay), and nail polish.
Such an exciting life I lead, eh?
Leaving for Lake George in the morning, which is why I'm worried about my bikini line (not that I'd be caught *dead* in a bikini in my current body configuration) but still... it needs to be done, ya know?
I haven't done any writing the past few days, really, because of the new job thing. Work is exhausting. I'd forgotten that. I liked being unemployed. I liked it a lot. I think that makes me strange, because everyone else is like, "Oh I bet you couldn't wait to get back!" As though working were the most important and interesting thing in their lives. Feh on that, I say. Work to live, don't live to work.
I think the new job is gonna work out, though. The people are very nice, it's interesting, and somewhat fast-paced, but not hugely stressful. Being an admin again is liberating. *g*
I'll be away all week with no internet access (though I am taking the laptop - hope to finish up more than one story that's been languishing on my hard drive lo these many months), so the site won't be updated at all (unless Pete or Jen decides to do something).
See ya on the flip side!
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July
24, 2001
11:55
pm EDT, victoria
Okay, I complained way too much about those people not calling me back. They did finally.
I have a new job. I start training tomorrow.
The best part? I still get to go to Lake George next week. My official start date is 8/6/01. Cool beans, eh?
This is my last fling of freedom. Today I had to pee in a cup and get fingerprinted. No, I'm not in jail. *g* Yeah, it's that kind of job. I also had my ID picture taken, which I didn't know was going to happen, or I'd have done my hair and worn lipstick. As it is, I look like the butch warden of the women's prison in some chicks-in-chains flick. Bleh.
Anyhow, I need to get to bed early tonight, so I can be up and at 'em for work tomorrow.
Yeah, I can't believe it either. But all good things come to an end, I suppose. I knew this couldn't last forever...
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July
19, 2001
10:55
pm EDT, victoria
Freaky thing: night before last, I dreamt I went back to work at JDF.
Yesterday morning, I'm woken by the ringing phone. It's my old boss
-- from JDF -- calling to tell me where she's working now, and asking
if I'm still looking for a job.
I
might have to start believing in precognition.
Especially
since the other job hasn't come through. Three freakin'
interviews, and they don't have the decency to call me and let me
know I'm not the One. Damn.
And
all my excitment about the agency I went to last week, and the interviews
they were going to set up for me? What's come of it, you ask? Absolutely
nothing.
I
hate job hunting.
I'm
loving this Eva Cassidy CD, though.
~~*~~*~~
July
15, 2001
10:55
pm EDT, victoria
I am now officially 31 years old. I was born at 10:55 pm on July 15,
1970.
Spent
the day with the HiPezes, and Jean and assorted other folks at a barbecue
in Jersey. It was a lot of fun. Had a few beers, ate hamburgers and
ice cream -- can't really beat that. It's Fernando's birthday also.
Yesterday
we went to Marg's to celebrate mine and Dom's birthdays. That was
a lot of fun. Went in the pool for the first time this summer, even
though it really wasn't hot enough outside. It was just so nice to
be in the water. I could live in the water. *g*
I've
still got this stupid-ass cold, which is making my throat itch and
hurt terribly. Waah!
But
all in all, it's been a good day.
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July
13, 2001
11:20
am EDT, victoria
How is it that a reasonably intelligent 30-year-old [not 31 til Sunday,
dammit!] woman can go into a store looking for a pair of stockings
and come out with $200 worth of lingerie? Two sets of sexy undies
[red and black], including garters, plus more stockings than you can
shake a stick at. I don't have a boyfriend. I don't even currently
have the prospect of a boyfriend, yet I now own all this crap.
It's
kind of depressing.
I
have a cold, which is making me miserable, and I have to send my resume
to this guy about a job in a rare-books store. Which sounds cool,
actually. But I hate, hate, hate these agency people. "Oh yeah,
lots of jobs, be in touch soon" and then silence. Bah.
The
other interview - the one that was my third time -- I think it went
really well. I finally met the main two guys I'd be working for. And
I know they want to turn it around pretty quickly, so I hope to hear
soon. I don't know that I'm ready for work, but my bank account surely
is.
Especially
after an unexpected $200 expenditure on lingerie. Sheesh.
Oh,
and can I tell you my wild Vietnam dream? I dreamt I was in Vietnam
during the last days of the war -- myself, my sister, and my sister-in-law
were meeting up at some army camp or something. But first, I bought
dinner for two Chinese hookers, who tried to convince me that theirs
was a quite profitable profession, and maybe I should join them. I
said I didn't think so.
I
knew we were planning to evacuate soon, and I went to the camp, which
was in a state of celebration, because the soldiers were all thrilled
they were going home.
Now
it gets weird. <g>
I
discovered that the base commander was planning an all-out bombing
raid on the delta [?] and that we [myself, my sister, my s-i-l, and
suddenly, my eldest niece, who was ill] were going to be left behind
to die.
None
of us were happy about this. They were planning on somehow flooding
the base after they left, and locking us up inside it.
Needless
to say, being three smart, angry and determined women, we escaped
in a rubber dinghy, and managed to rescue a young boy and two dogs,
plus stop the nefarious base commander's plans, all while not wearing
any underwear.
I
don't get it either. <g>
~~*~~*~~
July
10, 2001
8:00
pm EDT, victoria
So I finally got the phone call I'd been waiting for. I have a *third*
interview tomorrow for this job. And another interview on Thursday,
at an agency. I'm not a big fan of agencies, but what could it hurt,
right?
I
have a question. Why does the new web design aesthetic seem to be
using teeny tiny fonts? First off, everything is hard to read. Secondly,
everything starts to look the same. This isn't good, in my opinion.
I understand that this is what's considered good design now, but damn
if it doesn't seem boring to me, like the way everything always used
to be black - "oh, I'm so cool, look at me, my site's black."
Not that I think everyone whose site has a black background
thinks that -- I was originally going to go with black myself, since
it's easy, but still ... seen one, seen 'em all, ya know? Or maybe
not. What the hell do I know? I have very conservative tastes.
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July
9, 2001
11:25
pm EDT, victoria
I went to the eye doctor tonight. Apparently, the vision in my left
eye has gotten better, if you can believe it. So he's
dialing down the prescription for my left lens in my next set of contacts.
Neither he nor the resident sitting in on the appointment have any
idea why that would be so. I am an anomaly...
I
could have told them that. <g>
~~*~~*~~
4:05
pm EDT, victoria
Not much going on today. Updated the links, did a little writing.
Have to go to the optometrist tonight. Also, I have a shitload of
bills to pay, because I'm behind again. Sigh.
I
shouldn't even be online -- what with the jobhunting and the waiting
for phone calls crapple. I hate this. If I could just stay home and
read/write fic all the time, I'd be happy. It's a cold, cruel world
that doesn't allow such happiness.
~~*~~*~~
July
8, 2001
5:45
pm EDT, victoria
Lots of family stuff this weekend -- my uncle's 60th birthday yesterday,
regular Sunday dinner with the fam today.
Watched
Space Cowboys last night -- Tommy Lee Jones is da bomb. He's
so freakin' cool. I wish they'd made more of the Russian thing, though
-- I expected James Cromwell's character to have been a spy, so that
sort of fizzled out.
But
you can't go wrong with Clint Eastwood, Tommy Lee Jones and James
Garner. Trés cool.
Watched
Some Like It Hot this after. Love that movie, though I think
Tony Curtis's character is a big jerk. Gotta love Jack Lemmon. Was
so sad when he died. He made some great flicks. I love him in Mr.
Roberts: "It was I, Ensign Pulver, who threw your palm tree
overboard! Now what's all this crud about no movie tonight?!"
Mmmm...
Patrick Rafter...
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July
6, 2001
11:45
pm EDT, victoria
Just got home a few minutes ago from having drinks with some friends.
Three absolut and tonics and one "Jade Lemonade" [some pink
fizzy thing with vodka and possibly Malibu Rum [ick] in it] and no
buzz. How wrong is that? All I've got is a damned headache.
We
went to our usual meeting place -- the bar above the pizza parlor
on 51st and 2nd. I don't give the name because it changes every time
we go. First it was the East Side Alehouse, then the Onion, then the
Mica Lounge and now the Jade Lounge. Who knows what it'll be called
when next we meet?
Got
to see pics of Maria's wedding, which was great, since I was too broke
to go. And it was just fun to be out and with people.
Since
I didn't sleep last night until around 5 am, I'm going to head to
bed early tonight, or try at least. (Early = 12 or 1 am in vicspeak.<g>)
~~*~~*~~
July
5, 2001
8:15
pm EDT, victoria
Saw Shrek today - liked it a lot.
Played
a little wiffle ball with Nicole and Victor. Enjoyed that a lot.
Am
contemplating more hazelnut and chocolate gelati. Love that. <g>
Happy
birthday, Mary Ellen! [so it was yesterday - I was out all day and
was too tired to get online for long last night].
The
Mets are sucking ass again. When do safeties and quarterbacks report?
<g>
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July
3, 2001
7:15
pm EDT, victoria
You know, everyone says this country is becoming more and more illiterate,
that people aren't reading anymore, but I don't see how that's true.
I was on the subway today, and most people had a book or a newspaper
or magazine. Okay, they're mostly reading crap, but still, they're
reading, and isn't that the important thing?
I
mean, there's nothing better than a good tale, well-told. You can
keep your fancy literary styles and your high-falutin' literary theories.
I want a book that tells a kick-ass story with characters I grow to
care about, descriptions that make me see the place or people in my
mind, and, preferably, writing that makes my breath catch and my heart
ache. Even if it's a happy story. But I'll settle for the first two.
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July
2, 2001
10:45
pm EDT, victoria
Just spent the evening with my 2 1/2 year old niece and 5 year old
nephew. We watched Spongebob Squarepants. We danced to Rage Against
the Machine. We played catch. We looked at the moon. We ate ice cream
and pop 'ems. It was a good night. <g> I highly recommend dancing
with little kids, even if it is hell on the old back.
~~*~~*~~
June
2001
May
2001
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