#kat healy

[macuill]

Kat Healy

[legragodeo13]

Because when I said "See you soon." 

And you said "Later."  I realized I didn't quite know who I was saying goodbye to anymore. 

[fruitbatwalton]

It's not often a voice stops Ralph in his blog writing tracks but the old dear was chilling out to some music when a track came on and it wasn't until it had finished that I realised I hadn't been typing, just listening. The track was 'The Haunting' by Scottish singer/songwriter Kat Healy.  Now being a Jack Russell and inquisitive by nature I went in search of more and lo and behold it's on her new album 'Be Still Gentle Kind'.

[healykat]

Kathryn: I'm going to die.

Sam: Yes, yes you are. You're not interesting in that way.

Kathryn: I know a guy who is totally afraid of death. How ordinary.

Sam: What are you afraid of in this very moment?

Kathryn: That I'll wake up having to clean a sink full of dishes every day. And that I'll have to throw luncheons.

Sam: Ah, death by teacups.

[legragodeo13]

[healykat]

[healykat]

Dear Growling Stomach,

Dear Growling Stomach,

Shut the Fuck Up.

Okay, okay, I’m sorry that was rude. I would be a little more polite, but honestly, you’re being a little too needy for this girl. I don’t want to call you clingy, but the grumbling… I mean, I get it, you’re hungry, but it’s only 9 am, is that really an excuse to whine?

While we’re on the subject of questions, I have a couple of questions myself. Number one. Why did you decide to voice your opinions while I sat next to the cute boy with a beard? Do you know how many cute boys are in an English class that aren’t experiencing sexual orientation or have mother issues? Let me tell, you. One. And he has a beard, and was wearing flannel and wasn’t skinnier than me. He was like a lumberjack sent from the heavens, and the day he decides to sit next to me, you decide to howl in a moment of silence. Maybe you were trying to help, maybe you were trying to get me noticed, but really, that wasn’t the type of attention I was going for.

             But in all honesty, I’m sorry. I apologize that I didn’t feed you this morning, but I simply didn’t have the time. It’s the same excuse you’ve heard before, I know. I won’t bore you with how I overslept, missed my alarm, and had to sprint to class. But if everyone couldn’t already tell from my hair channeling the trashion icon known as Ke$ha, or the fact I’m pretty sure I forgot to put on a bra today…you decided to scream “this girl overslept and didn’t eat because she was up late last night watching YouTube videos of cute kittens because she’s single!”

            You’re my stomach. You’re supposed to be on my side or inside, whatevs. Those back stabbing sorority girls stomachs aren’t revealing what they did on a Thursday night to the class. Sure, they probably eat French Danishes, wake up with enough time to converse with birds, squirrels, and other Disney approved wildlife on their way to class, but c’mon, help a sister out.

 We both know I’m not smooth. I’ve tried coughing to cover your loud obnoxious ways, but these people are probably thinking- oh this girl is on the early stages of early disorder, can’t control her stomach yet. I don’t even look anorexic; we can thank my hips for that. So thank you stomach because now people may think I’m failing at having an eating disorder. Greaaaaattt.

            Well, if you think you’re going to get the last word in, you’re sadly mistaken. I plan on silencing you. French toast, with syrup, cinnamon and butter are waiting for me thanks to my Paula Dean channeling roommate. I’ll apologize to my hips later.

Yours truly,

Kat