L-O-V-E is strange to me

I was asked by a friend last night what my feelings on love were. I explained the rug called hope, but that's not actually a genuine feeling. I think that's my stock answer, like when people say 'You look good' and I launch back with 'Goddamnit, I already knew that. Why don't you go flip a truck off the freeway and come judge me again when you look a little less pretty?'

I don't know what my feelings would be. I'll have to cut the blog short today because I don't think I have feelings that wouldn't favor a heavy rant. I'll just explain my one thoughts on work in correlation to love.

If you wake up in the morning next to the right woman, do whatever it takes to get back to her at night.

Reminders for class: I hate when I can't bullshit an answer. I hate it!