Clive Owen,
Yes I could write about “fictional reality” as I said I might
I could write about school
Work
Lack of
Politics
Fish
Plank grilled fish
The gym
How my roommate goes to the gym everyday
How Chris does too
How it’s ok for Chris and no one else
Clive doesn’t
His eyes
His face
His manicured facial scruff
He looks better with it
Like he didn’t care to let it graffiti his face
Like rust
Like chipping paint
Inadvertently adding to his appeal
I read an article
Today
About the significance of a mans celebrity crushes
And what it says about them
Scarlet- good taste
Michelle- mature taste
What does Clive say about me?
The restraining order is still in place?
I did think that
When I saw “other Boleyn girl”
That there are two types of people:
Scarlet’s
And
Natalie’s.
I think I’m a Native
But I have outside sources to the contrary
I may not sleep thinking about it
I don’t want to be a Scarlet
Clive loves Natalie’s
You can tell
I love Natalie
I love blogs
I love pickles, world peace, firefly, firefly’s, trees, fall, apples, coffee, starbucks, boots, books, boobs
I hate people with boobs, Palin, eggplants, ashtrays, spiders and snakes
I love a man to have charm, and a suit, cut hair, table manners, grace, direction, digestion, distraction, disposition, distention
I love mustaches, car knowledge and button downs
I love Clive
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