Put your lights on

I don't know if it's actually an affliction to be addicted to my ipod, but it's all I want to do. I'm more than a teenage mom when I have it, I'm a zombie teenage mom, who just wants to look off into the distance of my wallpaper border and get lost in the music. I've got a pile of movies, books, magazines children, dogs, husband, boyfriends, friends, countrymen, all sorts of things that I just leave to their own devices while I auscultate. Music makes me want to be still or dance and or walk fast with much pronounced gait. I'm happy it still floats my vessel after all of these years, but in some ways I admit to being socially retarded and yet still full of expectation and hope.