fenway here I come. or not.
okay, I shouldn’t be talking about it cause I’m gonna jinx it, but I can’t help it, I am so excited. A space has opened up for an apartment practically across the street from fenway park and guess who’s first on the waiting list? EEEEE!!
I got the call this afternoon (whenever I say something like “I got the call” it always makes me think of one of my fave seinfeld episode, when jerry “gets the call” to let jean-paul stay with him the night before the marathon). I can barely contain my joy. I still have to fill out a bunch of paperwork and get “accepted”, and with my massive amount of school loans they might not want me, but I’m hoping against all hope and praying to all gods that I get it.
maybe it will help if everyone I know starts thinking really good thoughts, right now, this very second, and the power & force of those thoughts will rise up into the air and make their way to boston to fill the minds & bodies of the apartment owning company and ensure I get the damn place. Because if I don’t, if I am rejected, I will be heartbroken and I just don’t know how I will endure another day of my life.
I can’t believe the universe would bring me this close to happiness only to yank it away from me. Actually, yes I can. That’s totally what will happen. sigh.
okay, positive happy thoughts commence now…
Good Luck. Sending good karma your way….
I hope you don’t get it.
APRIL FOOLS!
What an awesome place to live – sounds like a major upgrade over your current suburban exile. Good luck!
Thats weird I had a dream last night that Mr Seinfeld and I had run in to each other at a hardware store…then we went on a tour of nice houses in the north shore and went to have breakfast. That was the dream …