So I turn on CMT to see the last half hour of the Keith Urban special, which is ALL your fault.

*headdesk* Damn it. Damn it damn it damn it, I don't really like country music. I don't I don't I don't.

But I'm stealing your rock star boyfriend (he's SO a rock star, look at him work that black t-shirt! Nashville wannabe. He's a fuckin' rock god in training. Look at him!). And I'm stealing all his albums.

*runs away giggling*

Oh God...now he's playing the piano...oh no...oooohhhh no...*starts to melt*