Confession #1.

I always used to say that the only music I absolutely couldn't stand was country, not because of the music itself, but because that nasal twang that so many country singers possess really grates on my nerves.

Lately, though, when flipping channels and winding up on the country station, I've found myself lingering, and realizing that if you can move beyond the twang, country's really very singable.

Especially if you have a voice that's best suited for belting, or torch songs.

Confession #2.
Sometimes, reading through the journals of the people on my friends list, or even just talking to them, it sends me into retreat mode because everyone else seems so damned cool, and I'm so disgustingly dull and ordinary.

Confession #3.
Sometimes, I like fruitcake.