"They tried to make me go to rehab..."

wow so it's been a while. This has been a pretty crazy year so far. Long story short I went to jail for a couple days and then rehab for 28 days. If you know me in real life you already her the jist of it and I would prefer not to elaborate on it here. I will however transcribe my rehab diary sometime today or tomorrow. Sam and I broke up and it was all my fault. That's the only thing I have to say about that. I'm trying really hard to move on from a ton of different things and I'm feeling really good and optimistic about the future.
peaceinthemiddleeast

My night with walmart

A little background: my dad is head of security at M&T bank stadium. The security company that he works for was contracted to help witht he crowds from 3am to 11am black friday. Suffice to say my dad was in desperate need to get people to do this so myself and some friends decided to work the shift for him because it's pretty much free money.

Waits

Oh, I wish I was in New Orleans,
Walking down St. Charles Ave,
Towards downtown and the Quarter,
The street car is late,
But that’s nothing new,
Green, purple, and gold,
The beads hang from the telephone lines,
Audubon lush and green,
Fountain bare from rain,
The water is still clear,
Boys on the corner,
Playing sour notes,
On rented instruments,
But still I wish that I was in New Orleans,
Dirty sidewalks and dirtier gutters,
Decatur, Chartres, Royal, and Bourbon,
The streets that I call home,
The Mississippi rolling by,
Tumultuous and boiling,
Dirt and bones on the bottom,
Oh I would give anything to be in New Orleans,
And all the trash that glitters so,
My God I would do anything,
Just anything,
Or everything,
To be in that city,
The outline of the womb,
Of the river that carries our dreams south,
Towards everything and nothing,
And yeah they die in New Orleans,
Just like anywhere else,
And the fog is thick with whiskey and sin,
But boy I would,
I would do anything to be in New Orleans,
Right now.

DIXIEMOON

Well, I wish I was in New Orleans, I can see it in my dreams,Arm-in-arm down Burgundy, a bottle and my friends and meHoist up a few tall cool ones, play some pool and listenTo that tenor saxophone calling me homeAnd I can hear the band begin "When the Saints Go Marching In",And by the whiskers on my chin, New Orleans, I'll be thereI'll drink you under the table, be red-nosed, go for walks,The old haunts what I wants is red beans and riceAnd wear the dress I like so well, and meet me at the old saloon,Make sure that there's a Dixie moon, New Orleans, I'll be thereAnd deal the cards roll the dice, if it ain't that old Chuck E. Weiss,And Claiborne Avenue, me and you Sam Jones and allAnd I wish I was in New Orleans, 'cause I can see it in my dreams,Arm-in-arm down Burgundy, a bottle and my friends and meNew Orleans, I'll be there

Oh Death!

Sean McDonough
October 2, 2009
Solving Literary Problems

Oh Death!

All I see everywhere,
Is death, death, death!
The tree’s I swear,
My last drawn out breath,

And the moonlight,
And these stars,
Oh! It shines so bright,
In this city so many bars,

And upon the day’s first light,
Leaves, the leaves! of grass,
And their blinded sight,
These boys are oh so crass,

But I swear, I swear,
It’s true!
The poison it wares!
Through and through.

my boy (is better than yours)

I have the most amazing boyfriend in the entire world. I'm so grossed out by myself right now its unreal. I hate being by myself like this but I'll just suck it up. I have to get the house back together tomorrow. I love you Sam Mathis!

the UNknown

for reals reals, i just saw a ghost outside the double french doors in my basement. If its not a ghost then someone is watching me it chink food and jo in my underweaR, so maybe its just a super creepy ghost but still