Country Music
I hate country music. HATE HATE HATE it. So what happens? I'm in my car, flipping through stations...and of course, SIX straight stations of country. My ears were bleeding after that first one, are they wanting to give me an aneurysm as well? Seriously, come on College Station. You can do better than that. I mean, what the fuck? But the scary part is I'm exposed to that festering pile of shit so much I'm worried it might actually be having some sort of effect on me. I'm going to wake up one day and say, "Hmm...fuck med school, I need to buy me a tractor." I love this place, but God it would be so much better without that godforsaken, broke, drunken, inbred, redneck strumming of the guitar.