yuck

All day I listened to poppy sugary songs about love. Catchy as they may seem to the untrained ear, their beats are recycled, their lyrics stale and stupid. I am completely confident that none of these jackasses know a damn thing about love, but try to become sensitive to what today's youth deems 'deep.' Or something. Love isn't falsetto singing and guitar without piano, it's honesty and individuality. Lust is something too. I have no doubt in my mind that lust is essential to a loving relationship. Often the start of such couplings, lust is perfectly natural. Of course, acting on lust thoughtlessly, helter-skelter is just stupid and slutty, but I do know it has its place. I hate to get graphic but it's good that I go weak in more than my knees when I see my boyfriend.

Shivers.

I don't have a point, I really don't, other than love is not what vh1 tells us it is. It's not mustering up the courage to say "i love you." It should be flying from your lips.