Confession #1:

Most of the time, i wish i were a country singer. Or was on the way to becoming a country singer. And not just a plain old girl with a guitar at an open mic night on a small stage, but a real country singer STAR, like Dolly Parton, or Carrie Underwood, or Patsy Cline. When the longing for a thick, southern accent hits me hard, i listen to a playlist on my iTunes entitled "Yer Bad Fer Me" for a few weeks, until the nearly unmanageable urge lessens to a small tickle in my scattered brain.
*sigh*
The urge has not yet subsided, and so i am currently listening to three women singing about two women who say goodbye to a man named Earl.