For the love.

For the love.

For the love.

An expression I’ve found myself not only thinking, but vocalizing quite frequently lately.

Suited for all of the good and the not so good and the utterly obnoxious and the Charlie Sheenisms (yes, I believe the man warrants a category all his own at this point. sue me.).

In using this phrase so frequently, there are parts of my insides that have taken a wondering notice of how wont I am to adapt to the expressions I use during various happenings of my life.

I notice myself seeking out experiences fit to warrant the use of the phrase.

Shall we get started of the subsequently blatant overuse?

How about the killing it dead and then beating it with a stick? Hard. Twice.

I grow weary of the phrase and then move along to the next, being sure not to leave the predecessors completely in the dust. There is always a time and place, deserving of a hearty, “For the love!”.

Speaking of Charlie Sheen, perhaps I should consider the overuse of his seemingly already exhausted turns of phrase…

Winning.