There is a million to one shot that you will hit the lottery. Also, a very small chance of getting struck my lightning. If one happens it is good luck, the other is considered bad luck.
I thought of that before when I walked little p in the lightning storm... doesn't seem quite as deep anymore. Oh well!
I hate taking the bus home from hoboken more than I hate most things. Waiting for the bus, alone, on boulevard east at night with nothing better to do than chain smoke is probably the worst part of my week.
oh AND Friday was Benny (my dad) 's 49th birthday. On Saturday we went to see Pat Benatar and Neil Giraldo in Englewood, it was so great! She is 54 and can still sing like you wouldn't believe! And of course Neil is an amazing guitarist, blah blah. There was this lady sitting next to me who thought my dad was cute but she was not so i put the
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On Sunday Agnes and I move into the new place in Dumont. I am so anxious/excited and I will be so relieved once this month is over. This has been the most hellish stressful month ever... fuck March!