It’s that time of year again, Painfully Single Awareness day, also known as Valentine’s Day for those of you in relationships. The truth of the matter is that I’m a hopeless romantic and I think that is why I have such a strong aversion to this day. Love is something that should be celebrated every day and being single on this day sucks extra. To combat the relative suckiness of this day, last year I decided that I would pick my valentine from someone completely unattainable who could be admired from afar (my tv) without the creepy stalker connotations, Sam Worthington, *sigh* be still my beating heart. This year’s valentine, after careful consideration and barely concealed adoration, is:
Wait for it…
That's right, Jake Gyllenhaal *sigh*...
If I could ever meet him in real life I think I’d die a happy woman. Here’s to dreaming…
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