jasmine-bushong

It all began on a rainy spring evening.

I ran to the door and opened the delivery package.

There, in the box, was my future.

A microphone so shiny,

It made pregnant women go into labor.

So I hooked it up,

And ran the cord into my closet,

And began to talk to myself

While acting like a made up character

And doing weird pitchy voices

And thats when I relized,

I could make it into a hobby.

And so 

Welcome To My Profile.