Me.
Don't my baby look good in those blue jeans, tied on the top with a belly button ring and a little tattoo somewhere in between that she only shows to me.
Yeah we're going out dancing, she's ready tonight. So damn good-looking, boys, it ain't even right. And when the bartender says, "For the lady, what's it gonna be?" I tell him man...
I come from a dysfunctional background. Between an unsalvagable relationship with my mother and a dwindling relationship with my father, I have very little parental support to go on. Self-diagnosis and a need for control makes it hard for me to find a unit of friends I feel comfortable enough to fill the void with. So instead I turn to my two greatest loves: Toby Keith and horses
... She ain't into wine and roses, beer just makes her turn up her nose and she can't stand the thought of sippin' champagne. No Cuervo Gold margaritas, just ain't enough good burn in tequila. She needs something with a little more edge and a little more pain. She's my little whiskey girl. Yeah, she's my little whiskey girl. My ragged-on-the-edges girl. Awh, but I like 'em rough.
Toby is my salvation. In times of pain and suffering, I find myself longing for nothing more than my iPod, my sole connection to anything and everything Toby Keith that I may have in my posession. I can loose myself in the rhytm and the voice, and whatever made me run groping for my iPod in the first place disappears. Odd as it may sound. But that's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Her daddy gave her her first pony. It taught her to ride. She climbed high in that saddle, fell I don't know how many times. Taught her a lesson that she learned maybe a little too well...
Horses are like that group of friends you with with at lunch to me. I have always been more comfortable around animals than I have been around people and I have always been drawn to horses, since childhood. No limitations I may have will ever keep me away from them. I have big plans for my future with them, and hopes and dreams that they will remain in my life. For me, a life without horses in it just isn't a life worth living.
... Cowgirls don't cry. Ride, baby, ride. Lessons in life are gonna show you in time. Soon enough, you're gonna know why. It's gonna hurt every now and then. If you fall, get back on again. Cowgirls don't cry.
I think I'm pretty normal for a teenage girl. I'm moody and emotional. I worry about my hair, my make up, my clothes. My high school experience is dull, my grades below average at best. Nothing exciting. See if there's anything worth finding interesting about me.
"Nothing is more dangerous to reason than the flights of the imagination and nothing has been the occasion of more mistakes among philsophers. Men of bright fancies may in this respect be compared to those angels whom the scripture represents as covering their eyes with their wings."
~ David Hume, "A Treatise of Human Nature," Book 1, Section 4, page 225