Katy Perry is my teenage dream. There I said it. Of all the artists who frequent MTV or grace magazine covers, Katy is the only one who warrants a second look. Embracing such a cookie cutter pop artist isn't easy. When her tender, pure voice first breaks a silence I look around before taking my Zune out of my pocket and turning
Teenage Dream up as high as it will go. I have never divulged my passion for the songstress to any of my friends. The anonymity of the net is my only frontier into admitting the odd musical tastes that classify as guilty pleasures.
