The Beatles Knew Their Sh*t

Alright, so it's been brought to my attention that some of you actually read my nonsense, and thats really cool. However, I want to know what you people think about things. Despite the fact that I sound like I just customized my Prius and voted for Kerry, I care about what other people think (thats a sin this country, isn't it?). Regardless, I pose a question to you: What is love?

Before any of you who know me go Dr. Phil-ing why I'm asking this question, just consider it (and even if you ask why I'm not telling you the truth). What is love? Call me corny, I really could care less. I want to know what this means to you people, to everyone. How can we sing about it, and know it's all we need, if we don't know what it is? Maybe we're not supposed to, who knows, but I'd like to know what it means in relation to people around me.

If you have insight to offer, and you better, I'd muchly appreciate an e-mail (andi1889@yahoo.com). It will only take 2 minutes of your time and it never hurts to think about things like this (can you tell I telemarket to pay the bills?) You don't have to tell me who you are or any nonsense like that, tell me you're Osama for all I care, just tell me something real. There's nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game. It’s easy.