Love is how far too many Americans tend to vote. Not based on a candidate's stance on issues, and not based on a candidate's experience. Rather, we vote based on how the candidate makes us feel. Our hearts tell us to vote for a candidate that knows how to charm us, and convincingly lie to us.

In short: love is the fuel for corruption in politics.

LOVE IS CHEATING ON YOUR HUSBAND.

Love is thinking of him when you're naked in the rain, imagining him having a much better time than you.

Love is hiding behind your football player boyfriend, because he's too poor and busy from football to buy you clothes.

Monday's "Argyle Sweater"

I loled.

Two posts today, just to catch up. I haven't been doing this consistently every day because I've been pretty busy with the kind of things that are supposed to matter.

Not sure if anybody is really reading, anyway.

Love is throwing a surprising enough surprise party that it'll make someone's pupils grow to cover the entire span of their eyes. It scares the shit out of me when they do that to the girl in these.

Love is sharing gloves to keep two people's hands warm despite there being only one pair.

This would be OK, if it weren't for the fact that the Love Is formula calls for the couple to be completely naked. If they were trying to keep warm, wouldn't they be sharing a whole lot else?

Therefor: Love is sharing gloves for no apparent reason.