Its a little known fact that I actually am girly. I try to avoid the “girl” stuff, because, well, it enters into that area of life where emotions run rampant and my little black heart simply cannot deal. But, I have to admit, I enjoy the make-up, the clothes, the flutters I get from various songs, and the “chick flick” genre. I’m only human. At least once in a while. Rolling around my brain this week, through an onslaught of songs, several drives in the country, a lot...
