material girl

dear madonna (or esther, depending on how you're feeling)

how you are playing with my mind! i came home from shopping yesterday to someone on my floor blaring abba. alas, it was not abba at all (as i was so eagerly thinking) but it was your new single, hung up. now, that dang catchy tune has been stuck in my head for two hours. and not only your new song, but i have had to move on to your older tunes to start to satiate my poppy-dance-disco cravings. beautiful stranger, american pie, ray of light. you're like an addictive drug. pretty soon, i'm going to have to pull out the donna summer because you won't be enough for very long.

someone call betty ford. my name is amanda, and i am a disco addict.