Post by Myrna on Jan 26, 2006 18:06:18 GMT
This is where Myrna calls home, there are two bedrooms and a bathroom upstairs, downstairs is a kitchen, and a large living room/study where an upright piano sits in the corner next to a folk guitar.
The yard is small, in the backyard is a large oak stree with sweeping branches. Myrna goes and sits in the lowest branch often to think.
Myrna's grandmother left her the house in her will last year when she died, and enough money to keep it up for a while.
Myrna had tried to go to university, but found the classes boring and people in general to be ignorant fools. She pulled back after two months of that, deciding to work on a career as a songwriter. To bring in some money, and mainly because she loved animals so much, she took a job at a local horse ranch, where she made one or two friends.
Mostly, Myrna keeps to herself, she is quiet and thoughtful.