I think I love you. Instruments played with bows are somehow magical to me, and I'd sell a box of my soul to ride your '76 beemer. Hell, I'd sell a box of my soul to ride cupcake on it. Marry me. So what if I'm already married.
A professional photographer used my house in a shoot for a knitting magazine, and instead of charging him a sitter's fee, I had him do my headshots for my actor's portfolio AND I got him to take some "naughty librarian" shots. I'll send you one just as soon as I get them; I was planning on using one of them on my business card.
Shreveport, eh!? My husband's from New Orleans, and his family moved to Natchitoches some years ago. I seem to have a thing for southern gentlemen.
I've always wanted to do the viola and cello. My instrument is guitar. In fact, I was going to record an instrumental song this weekend, if I post it up I'll have to have you hear it. By the way, check out the evil song in my journal.
Warning: my song is so evil that if it doesn't make you shit your pants with it's unholy power, Satan will stick his unholy fingers into your ass and pull it out of you, and then proceed to gut you like a deer!
main instrument is viola, do ok with the cello 
