Ninety Five Percent.
I'm teaching myself the harmonica. Well, actually, youtube is teaching me the harmonica.
Did you know the harmonica is a woodwind instrument? It's got reeds. (Say that last sentence with a southern accent, and you'll get the full effect of how it was to sound.)
I feel like I have something dark and looming that just wont leave me. I can't put my finger on it, but there is always something that's ever present saying... "Katherine, I'm still here, don't fuck up too bad."
It's almost like I make one wrong move and everything falls apart.
But Im pretty good at keeping shit together.
I don't think I'll go into Lansing much anymore. Too much gas, and not enough of getting to know Ann Arbor. This all equals staying at my place.
Something died in our walls. We are going to investigate tonight. By investigation I mean breaking holes in walls and looking for dead rats, cats, and bats.
It will be fun.
And very stinky.
I was reading peoples old livejournal entries the other day, it was rather amusing. Mine included. I love having things like this, where there is public access to your brain at all times. Concerning any moment in the past four years that you have had a livejournal.
Cool.
Did you know the harmonica is a woodwind instrument? It's got reeds. (Say that last sentence with a southern accent, and you'll get the full effect of how it was to sound.)
I feel like I have something dark and looming that just wont leave me. I can't put my finger on it, but there is always something that's ever present saying... "Katherine, I'm still here, don't fuck up too bad."
It's almost like I make one wrong move and everything falls apart.
But Im pretty good at keeping shit together.
I don't think I'll go into Lansing much anymore. Too much gas, and not enough of getting to know Ann Arbor. This all equals staying at my place.
Something died in our walls. We are going to investigate tonight. By investigation I mean breaking holes in walls and looking for dead rats, cats, and bats.
It will be fun.
And very stinky.
I was reading peoples old livejournal entries the other day, it was rather amusing. Mine included. I love having things like this, where there is public access to your brain at all times. Concerning any moment in the past four years that you have had a livejournal.
Cool.