Praise the lord and pass the ammunition.
I always feel a little dirty when a man other than my boyfriend calls me baby. Not that there are currently any boyfriends to speak of right now, it takes a special guy to catch my eye. That is really just a nice way of saying that it takes a special guy to put up with me. We're not called The Wreckers for nothing. Somehow everyone has grown so casual where people call total strangers baby and sweetheart and pinch their asses on airplanes. I am so glad to be back on tour.
Women are notorious for selling their best girlfriends out for their new guy of the week. Michelle, if I ever do that to you, you have permission to kick me in the head. Just link me to this post and I will change all of my wicked ways. Really, it is not my style. I may not be the best communicator with my friends when I am on tour, but I have my priorities straight. You are the shoulder that I rest my head on when the guy I have been seeing conveniently forgets to tell me he has a girlfriend six weeks later. All of the things we have been through, all of the secrets we have told one another, all of the tears and long distance phone calls...we should write a book. But we don't need to, do we? We have the diary of song.
I am actually a little jealous of the relationship men have with one another. They appear to forgive each other for even the most horrific of offenses that make the minds women of melt like wax. There are some things we could learn from them. Instead, we women have this impressive ability to record a laundry list of every single transgression one of our girlfriends has made against us and have no trouble in pulling it up like a computer when an argument erupts. It is despicable. What is even worse is that I know I have been guilty of it and those are the days when I curse the estrogen running through my body.
The majority of days I am proud to be a woman. I hear people debating which is better all the time, male or female. I think we ended up with the long stick, ladies.
Women are notorious for selling their best girlfriends out for their new guy of the week. Michelle, if I ever do that to you, you have permission to kick me in the head. Just link me to this post and I will change all of my wicked ways. Really, it is not my style. I may not be the best communicator with my friends when I am on tour, but I have my priorities straight. You are the shoulder that I rest my head on when the guy I have been seeing conveniently forgets to tell me he has a girlfriend six weeks later. All of the things we have been through, all of the secrets we have told one another, all of the tears and long distance phone calls...we should write a book. But we don't need to, do we? We have the diary of song.
I am actually a little jealous of the relationship men have with one another. They appear to forgive each other for even the most horrific of offenses that make the minds women of melt like wax. There are some things we could learn from them. Instead, we women have this impressive ability to record a laundry list of every single transgression one of our girlfriends has made against us and have no trouble in pulling it up like a computer when an argument erupts. It is despicable. What is even worse is that I know I have been guilty of it and those are the days when I curse the estrogen running through my body.
The majority of days I am proud to be a woman. I hear people debating which is better all the time, male or female. I think we ended up with the long stick, ladies.