don't cry, don't raise your eye

{it's only teenage wasteland}

When there is music:
I dance.
I laugh.
I sing.
I love.
I live.

As I sit on the couch in the wee hours of the morning, homework finished, checking the news online, eating tortilla chips {plain, right out of the bag}, alternately listening to choruses of "Baba O'Riley," "Peace of Mind," and "Locomotive Breath," all while watching The History Channel, the only thing I can think is:
I am my father's daughter.