mallory

i shipped ten boxes yesterday..
i still have a million more to pack..
its never ending.. ugh

i went to a haunted house yesterday with
some lady friends of mine and i think that
we managed to piss off all of the "monsters"
because they would come up and make scary
noises and i couldnt help but mock them..
a girl that was with us kept walking up to them
and dancing.. im betting thats the closest these
country bumpkin teenagers had gotten close to
a hot girl in their entire lives..

it was fun.. even those so contrived and not scary
at all.. well there was one part i was scared in one of
those rooms that spins in a circle.. i was scared because
i felt like puking really bad and almost did.. on
a masked man that was yelling in my ear..

we went to a drug store and picked out cheesy foam
masks.. that i will be posting photos of later this week..
five and a half more days and i say..

goodbye to o-h-i-o..
im sort of sad because ive met a few really
awesome people.. but i know this is for the best..

fall always makes me sad..
but in a nostalgic sort of way..


this red house painters song wont get out of my head:

i walked down the hill
sluggishly and frail
the wind blew hard
hard on me
i imagined it your ghost white body
making love with me i walked down the hill
found you crying at the window sill
there lies the bridge
of our lost dreams
i want to see it once more before i leave
i still feel the sting in my hand
from when i hit you
i keep you picture
tidy and safe in a shrine
and hope that in time
we'll have a house on the shore
that showers my soul
washes away the violence that
runs in my blood
drains the pain that i caused you
down through