The unspeakable

If you know me at all, briefly, in any way whatsoever, then you know that I never, never, EVER listen to country music.
I know what you're thinking--How can you be from Cheyenne, WY and have lived half your life in TN and not listen to country music?
Well, I just don't.It has never really appealed to me.At all.Something that my roommates, who are both well versed in their country music,have tried to cure me of, and which they were unsuccessful with throughout the last year.

But they should be proud now.Due to the tragic death of the central consul in my mom's car out here, I have been reduced to listening to whatever radio stations I can find on a little boom box that we're now keeping in the car (ghetto all the waaayy,gurl!)And wouldn't you know the only station that comes through clearly on that piece of junk is WXBQ--a country station. Much as I still ponder over the ridiculousness of such classy lyrics as "You make my speakers go boom boom," or "I want to check you for ticks," I have to admit....

Oh wow,this is really hard to choke out....
...I kind  of like it.
But I didn't say that.You never heard it.
Seriously though, even just a month ago, who in their right mind would have guessed that I would now know so many country songs by heart?Certainly not me. There was this one song that I thought was totally dumb when I first heard it (but I have thought that the first time I've heard pretty much every country song), but now it has really grown on me. I listen to it and I think, you know, this seriously is exactly what a southern summer is like...this is actually just about what my southern summer vacation here in TN is like.

So,cheers to your classy,hoodrat,ghetto,southern summer--long may it last ;)