Nashville-bound?
The hellish shopping season has begun. I tried to get a jump on it today by going to the mall, but that didn't work out so well. First of all, there was nowhere to park -- what the hell were all those people doing at the mall on a week day at 3 p.m.? Then I ended up buying a lot more for myself than for anyone else. I needed the khakis, but I definitely didn't need all the stuff from the Body Shop. Damn good smelling stuff! But whatever, I made a tiny dent in my Christmas shopping and that's what matters.I've decided if I ever move out of the Carolinas, I need to head to Nashville. I watched CMT's "20 hottest videos of 2005" last night; since when did the country singers get hotter than the rock stars? I always thought I belonged with a musician. I envy that kind of talent, and I find it soooo sexy. My sister laughed at me when I came home from Walk the Line and was gushing about wanting to marry a musician because they have so
much passion. She was kinda like: Duh, what else is new -- you've always felt that way. It's true, and there's something about a melodic voice that just gets me. When I was about five I wanted to marry Teddy Ruxpin because I loved his voice. I know, it's weird to want to marry a talking teddy bear -- but come on, I was five! I've spent the last 8 years dreaming of marrying Rob Thomas, but watching him at the AMAs tonight singing "Ever the Same" I realized he'll probably never get divorced; he and his wife seem like a perfect match. I just hope I get that lucky and find someone I click that well with. So, now I'm dreaming about Kenny Chesney and Dierks Bentley (gotta love a curly-haired boy who adores his pooch!), and they are mighty dreamy. Hell, thinking about them is a lot more fun than any real relationship!
posted by This one time . . . @ 10:56 PM
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