Have to post something, its been too long. Working on another project right now too, but don’t want to spoil the surprise until it rocks. Soooo much cooler of a story than this one. I like this story, its cute, and I wholeheartedly plan to finish it and attempt to publish it, but my other story you guys are going to love. So here is my start to Chapter 2!
That Saturday I took Sharron from work with me to the bout. Continue reading
I went on my usual trip from Tigard back out to my newly acquired apartment with my love and described the end of the trip for her in text messages. Here is that thread:
I just boarded MAX in downtown.
And I’m now at Yamhill District.
Now I’m at the First and Alder stop.
And now we are passing the Skidmore fountain and stopping shortly thereafter.
And here comes the Oldtown/Chinatown stop…
Now MAX and I are crossing the river Willamette.
MAX is now carrying me to the Rose Quarter stop and letting people climb on and jump off all at once.
Convention Center, I have fond memories of you and myself there.
Now we are arriving at the seventh avenue stop here in Northeast.
Here comes the Lloyd Center stop. Good thing I’m still seated! This is taking a long time.
Leaving Lloyd behind and cruisin’ down I-84.
42nd, here I come.
And now I’m at the Hollywood/42nd Avenue station.
Dippin’ off that stop and heading onward and upward.
60th is only one stop from you! And that’s where I am now.
We just checked out and will be arriving at our destination shortly. See you soonish!
At 82nd
Passing Pappy’s.
Taco Time
Sunny Market
Hawker’s Locker
The Lofts at Mile Post 5
Please note that all full returns are where each text message stops. Thank you
Dizzy Derby and Jackknife Jenny
My name is Jennifer. I was born in 1984. The tragic part about this is that in 84
there were more Jennifer’s named than any other name in the US. That’s where I’m
from by the way. More specifically from Anchorage. I was born to be average, in the
largest city of largest state. I am average in a less than average city which means that
when compared to the rest of the US I am less than average. I have a lot of thoughts
like that. I can’t help it. I did nothing special in high school. I haven’t done anything
special since then. Right out of high school I started working at a floral shop called
lollypops and roses. At first I just rang up customers that shopped gifts in the front
of the shop. It was set up like a Hallmark store. It smelled and looked like one too.
Soft pastel colors, small trinkets that blue haired crotchety old woman would swoon
over. It made me sick. I don’t know why I decided to work there, but the good part
was I started working with flowers. Over time I switched to working in the back
arranging flowers and tending to plants. I found out quickly that I liked this work
a lot. I liked flowers and learning their names. Each one almost has three or more
names. A latin name, a common name, and sometimes other local names that they
are commonly known by. It was cold in the back because of the giant walk in fridges
we kept the flowers in and it was wet and damp. I know that by liking that it sounds
like I’m sad and depressed and wear black and either have or think about using latex
paint, razors, mouth gags, and rope in the bedroom/torture chamber. But no. I wear
colors. I don’t have overly dramatic make-up. I don’t have a love life to speak of,
bizarre or not. I used to tell people my favorite color was sparkle, but if I had to pick
a color for real it would be purple. See that is my problem, I’m average. The crazy
crap you were thinking about, well, that’s not average, not even for anchorage and
it isn’t me. At least if I was a sex freak or looked like Marilyn Manson I could claim
something that set me apart, but I can’t even do that.
Some Zombie Haiku:
Accursed rotting
Body tears and falls apart
Evening meal: left arm
As my head explodes
I take a deep cleansing breath
Released to freedom
No sorrow nor pain
Nor feelings of any kind
Just the hunger now
Insufferable
As parasitic humans
Life loses meaning
Begging to die now
The hunger encompasses
A burden of flesh
No eternal rest
Hunger, sleep and the living
I yearn for all these
Life torments my being
Exhausted, unable to sleep
Constant consumption
All haiku written by: Jakob Ferrier
