If love is a drug, I guess we're all sober.

I must admit, I'm not the best advocate of love out there- I usually scoff at various signs of affection and generally don't surround myself with people who "bleed rainbows and sunshine" as someone so eloquently put it. But I have just realized how much I value the small percentage of people I know who do find joy in things other than people's misery.
I was listening to Nerina Pallot's "Everybody's gone to war" (aka my pseudo anthem for the past 3 years) and I thought to myself, do I have to be so damn cynical about life, love, and happiness in general? I would love to answer yes in a heartbeat but a part of my is wondering what it is like to think everything is a skittles commercial. Then again, I have spent most of my life being the sarcastic love-hater and don't really want to let go of that so easily.

A significant amount of my day is spent on YouTube (don't start judging because I know you definitely have spent more than one hour on there on occasion) but I never really found the need to read the comments until recently. So between my daily intake of Justin Nozuka, I found time for my other O. Lover Jason Mraz and for the first time, I know what some of my friends feel like when I hate on the Jonai . On one of the Geek in the Pink's videos, a lovely comment was made that made me go "WTF! But he is amazing!"

"What's that pretentious, whiny sound I'm hearing...sounds like a woman with a stomach injury...oh it's Jason Mraz...
go ahead you granola-munching, avocado-raising psuedo jamaican peace farmers - throw a fit..."

Now you must imagine my confusion because I have no idea what is wrong with being a "granola-munching, avocado-raising, pseudo jamaican peace farmer." Hell, I would love to be one... or be with one lol. I spent a good 5 minutes reading this comment over and over again, thinking... 'this is exactly what I say about the Jonai, except for the whole "granola-munching, avocado-raising, pseudo Jamaican peace farmer" thing' (because we all know they are not cool enough to pull that off in their tight pants). To my defense, I have given them props for writing their stuff and for their style on occasion, I only make fun of my friends' love for little boys. Anyway, for someone who loves Mr. Wordplay so much, I should be able to "live high, live mighty." So this is to my two biggest Jonas-loving friends, I have decided to refrain from my Jonas bashing so you don't have to go through what I did when reading that comment (yes it was that bad... I still don't understand it. He made Curbside Prophet!!! Jamon!). You still need help though... how about liking grandpa-Jonas (KJ) instead of baby-Jonas (NJ)?

No?

Ok...