I'm Not Ready To Make Nice

That title is the name of a Dixie Chicks song, the only country music I listen too just because the lead singers voice is like smokey butter. Funny, the first time I heard them was when my sister, Michelle came to visit us the first time we lived in Virginia and I was pregnant with Aislinn and didn't know it at the time. We were living in a ghetto ass apartment complex in Norfolk. She would play the fucking CD every time she showered and so she would get through the first five songs and I never heard the rest of the CD. Anyway, that's not the point of this here scratchins' (Country accent to match the music)

I chose it because it's an apt description of the situation I found myself in with Tony this week. We decided to be friends or "make nice". It started off ok, it ended horribly. Like crash and burn bad. Like back to square one bad. Like... just... ugh so fucking bad.

It started off friendly with pleasantries. Then jokes. Then the jokes turned sarcastic. Then pokes at one another. Then jabs. Then OH MY GOD YOU FUCKING SUCK, GET IT THROUGH YOUR HEAD THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" Yeah it got ugly. It only took us a week to get back to there.


Not Ready To Make Nice
Dixie Chicks

Forgive, sounds good
Forget, I'm not sure I could
They say time heals everything
But I'm still waiting

I'm through with doubt
There's nothing left for me to figure out
I've paid a price
And I'll keep paying

I'm not ready to make nice
I'm not ready to back down
I'm still mad as hell and
I don't have time to go round and round and round
It's too late to make it right
I probably wouldn't if I could
'Cause I'm mad as hell
Can't bring myself to do what it is you think I should

I know you said
Can't you just get over it
It turned my whole world around
And I kind of like it

I made my bed and I sleep like a baby
With no regrets and I don't mind sayin'
It's a sad sad story when a mother will teach her
Daughter that she ought to hate a perfect stranger
And how in the world can the words that I said
Send somebody so over the edge
That they'd write me a letter
Sayin' that I better shut up and sing
Or my life will be over

I'm not ready to make nice
I'm not ready to back down
I'm still mad as hell and
I don't have time to go round and round and round
It's too late to make it right
I probably wouldn't if I could
'Cause I'm mad as hell
Can't bring myself to do what it is you think I should

I'm not ready to make nice
I'm not ready to back down
I'm still mad as hell and
I don't have time to go round and round and round
It's too late to make it right
I probably wouldn't if I could
'Cause I'm mad as hell
Can't bring myself to do what it is you think I should

Forgive, sounds good
Forget, I'm not sure I could
They say time heals everything
But I'm still waiting