I wish I was a southern girl...

or a country girl at the very least. I find something very appealing about southern drawls and comfort food and cowboy boots. I want it to be ok for me to drive a pick up truck. Now, if you've ever met me you know I'm obviously a city girl and I love driving my car, but for some reason I'm on a kick of wanting to drive a red pick up truck. I have no need for a truck, I don't live out in BFE, I don't haul heavy loads, I live right in the middle of Indiana's second largest city, I reside in a gated appartment complex; me having a pick up truck is the most ridiculous idea man has ever heard.  I also really want a country bumpkin  boy: cowboy hats, boots, light wash denim, southern accent, country music, spitting chew into a bottle. Yes, I think your tractor's sexy. Oh, and your incessant use of poor grammar is kind of intriguing. Pick me up in your pick up truck, take me off roading, and introduce me to your momma ASAP. While I'm at it, I want a porch swing installed right away and a perfect view of the stars, preferably by a creek of some kind.

That is all, I'm done now I blame Taylor Swift for this.