What's love got to do with it?

EVERYTHING! This paper is turning out terribly. I don't think i've ever felt so badly about a paper in a long time. I am having a really hard time dissecting the complications of loving and symbiotic love and sadism and all of those things that are not interesting to talk about. I think that certain things hold intrinsic value and that love isn't something that you can talk about in objective terms. I mean, plenty of people go out and cheat on their wives but still claim to love them. However, half the time it wouldn't matter how good their wife was, they would do it anyways. Does this mean that they can never achieve love? That they don't possess the ability or that they haven't found the right person? I have a hard time believeing that erotic love even exists so I am pretty much screwed right now.

Pretty much, the book makes the assertion that the only way to find love is between two people who: a) are attractive (again, this is a subjective term)
b) have learned the "art" of loving
c) have a plan for their life.

Anyways. Last night Emily and I went to Stage Nine and it was fun. The only thing that was kind of annoying was the amount of boobs I saw. Seriously, they kept jumping out from everywhere! Every single girl there, pretty much, was wearing one of those really ugly, floral, polyester booby shirts. It looks like someone ate a garden and threw up on their torso. I don't care if you want to take your boobs out but could you please keep them out of my face? thanks.

I just asked my Dad if he ever feels like he has everything he could ever want in this life. He reponded like this: "I have nice kids, nice wife who I humor, good health, nice home, steady job. But no, I would like to have a Honda S2000 instead of my Meada."