Full Moon

Back to the russian wedding. I've decided, if I was on death row, and my time was up - I would attend a russian wedding and die happy.

To the girl who was fighting with her boyfriend and rode the train alone quietly sobbing all the way to my stop, I feel your pain. Just saying "Guys Suck", and we were instant stranger-friends. Way to go socking your boyfriend with your Steve Madden shopping bag. I'm sure he deserved it.

The full moon outside my window peeking through the trees is magnificent. I have to say with a moon like this, who cares about not being able to see stars in the NYC sky.