will the real amy please stand up?
I really want to know what on earth happened to me? Like, really, where did the real Amy go?
I ask this, because I find myself looking for happy, lovey dovey songs on my iPod. Huh? What? This is the girl who created a playlist of man-hating, angry, female-empowered, break up songs and listened to it constantly from July to well, less than a week ago.
When I listen to my iPod, I generally put it on shuffle. I wind up skipping a lot of songs to hear the ones I really like, though sometimes I will listen to a particular playlist (fyi, Mix 2 is my break-up one). Lately, I’ve been skipping past all those angry songs and listening to songs about love and all that sunshine and unicorns and puppy dogs and kittens crap. Whoa.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m still the hardened, tough shell to crack nutball. But my insides are just oh-so-gooey now. Gooey with happiness and contentment. And major “like”.