oh my, i'm in love... last night at midnight we walked to the broadway bridge from his house, and the train tracks, and i took tons of long exposure pictures, of grain elevators and the river and boats, and all the way to the fremont bridge, and stood right underneath just in awe of its hugeness. everything was glowing and the huge structures made me feel small and oh so sublime.
we found some writing on a wall, cryptic half illiterate scribblings that we could barely understand.. "arm or not" was repeated several times. we stared at it and tried to decipher it, but its energy was scaring me. we kept walking. then a few blocks away, we paused to hug each other and suddenly i saw the same handwriting on a sign behind him, and we were both extremely spooked out. serial killer writing with all the vowels missing, something about jesus chrst, and "arm or not." we ran away holding hands for dear life.
we found a super trendy yuppie cafe in the midst of industrial bliss, and vowed to return the next morning. at noon it was packed with aspiring architects and social climbers. it was scary, everyone in designer everything. i humbly ordered coffee and a muffin. the employee asked how we were doing, and boy said, "great!" and the employee said, "you look REALLY great. you look fantastic!" and he smiled at both of us. we sat and drank coffee and felt a bit out of place among the upper echelon of portland, but boy said, "but we're the real thing!" then we split a xanax, and toasted the swallow with coffee cups clinking "salud!"
walking down the street back to his place, we came across a THIRD inscription by the psycho scribbler, this time something about moses and again, "arm or not." i took a picture.
last night we started having sex while both of us were sleeping. we were kissing in our sleep and as he was taking my underwear off i woke up. oh joy! when we were lying there after he said, 'i don't remember exactly how that started. i think i was sleeping.'
i am in bliss.