featured I heart you.
The word love is thrown around so frequently these days that in most contexts it has lost all meaning. The word infatuated has too many syllables for the majority of our population, and so people resort to loving EVERYTHING.
OR they resort to heart-ing or less-than-three-ing EVERYTHING. Which I prefer, because I have a big heart and plenty of room in it for the finer things in life. But still, it annoys me when one tells someone they love them with a math operator and a number.
How original.
The fact remains that I only say LOVE when I absolutely mean it. No, I do not love that "hilarious" kid in my math class. No, I do not love when the dining hall has a taco bar two days in a row. And no, I definitely do not love lamp.
But I do love my family. I love my close friends. And I love buzznet. You are in my heart.
OR they resort to heart-ing or less-than-three-ing EVERYTHING. Which I prefer, because I have a big heart and plenty of room in it for the finer things in life. But still, it annoys me when one tells someone they love them with a math operator and a number.
How original.
The fact remains that I only say LOVE when I absolutely mean it. No, I do not love that "hilarious" kid in my math class. No, I do not love when the dining hall has a taco bar two days in a row. And no, I definitely do not love lamp.
But I do love my family. I love my close friends. And I love buzznet. You are in my heart.
