clive owen is also my valentine, though he may claim no knowledge of this fact.
the other night i dreamt i crocheted a giant yellow sock for no apparent reason. later i chased clive down at the oscars. he was wearing an ice cream suit, complete with white suspenders. i know this sounds odd, but doubt ye not- he was magnificent.
when i finally caught up with him, i handed him the sock and he slung it coolly over his shoulder. then he put his hand at the base of my head (!) and pulled me to him and kissed me. i remember thinking, “i’ve been asleep for hours. i wish i could brush my teeth.”
he stopped only to look me in the eyes, then kissed me again. apparently clive has no problem with sleepmouth.
brilliant as i am, i said the only thing i could think of.
then i fell down and he dragged me across the theater.
you're probably thinking, "a valentine's post by miss kendra should probably involve Boy." and you know what, you're right.
attention Boy: this was just a dream. please disregard large quantities of yellow yarn purchased sunday morning and the coincidental proximity in date and location of the upcoming oscar ceremony. thank you.