Jennifer is a Los Angeles based screenwriter and a generally lovely person. She is currently at large in England.

For those who were concerned just a quick update.  I have already worn 8 of the 18 pair of shoes I packed for this trip.  8 out of 18.   I’m a professional people.  I know what I’m doing.  

Oh, and this is one of the stunning views in Stockholm.  Love, love, love Stockholm.  Lots of handsome men and very clean streets.  I doubt that’s the limit of the city’s brilliance, but I know you’re busy people.  

The Princess of Sweden recently married after a 9 year courtship.  She married a commoner and I suppose they had to make sure he really loved her so it took that long before the marriage was approved.  She will someday be Queen and he, I think like Queen Elizabeth’s husband, will remain a mere Prince.  

He was her personal trainer, by the way.  

I spent the afternoon strolling the Tivoli Gardens in Copenhagen.  Lovely, perfect weather.  Something so wonderful about hearing new languages and drinking ice cold beer in the country of origin.  Ah, yes and the smoked salmon with a cucumber dill sauce and a thick ribbon of black caviar.  Gorgeous people.  Perfect afternoon.    

I spent the afternoon strolling the Tivoli Gardens in Copenhagen.  Lovely, perfect weather.  Something so wonderful about hearing new languages and drinking ice cold beer in the country of origin.  Ah, yes and the smoked salmon with a cucumber dill sauce and a thick ribbon of black caviar.  Gorgeous people.  Perfect afternoon.    

excess

I packed 18 pair of shoes for 6 weeks out of the country.  Is that too much?  Kelleia says, “A girl needs what a girl needs.”  I clearly don’t need anything.   Okay that’s not true, this girl does need a few things…love, shelter, food.  In that order, please Mr. Lennon.  And I don’t think one can experience the first in excess.  Has anyone ever said, “I was loved too much.”  The other two yes, sometimes in excess.  

So, yeah, all I need?  Those three things.  Oh, and yes,it goes without saying…a bigger suitcase.  

She looks just like me!

She looks just like me!

I did a couple of these.  What a gas!  

I did a couple of these.  What a gas!  

…and I was sitting in my room this afternoon and I was on my land line on hold with the cable company and while I was on hold I was writing a text on my cell phone and I wasn’t sure I was going to send it but I was writing it and the land line was balanced in the crook of my neck on the right side and in my left ear that was turned up to the ceiling as I was writing the text I heard a man whisper,

…Jennifer…

No, lie I swear to you I heard a man whisper my name and I could almost feel his breath on the side of my face. 

And it didn’t frighten me in the least.  I heard him as clear as day and it was as if I knew he was there and I wasn’t surprised by his presence.

And I just stopped writing the text and the hold music continued and I sat up a bit and I don’t know where he came from or what he wanted me to do, the man who whispered my name, but I stopped and just listened for a minute. 

Sadly that was it and for a second or two I wanted to hear him say my name again.  But that was it.  So I went back to my text and remained on hold and didn’t think much of it. 

I was so matter of fact when I told my friend Kelleia who thinks it was London or someone, maybe him (the him - my him) calling me from London or wherever he is.  When it happened I thought it was the man I was writing the text for, but now I’m not so sure. 

It definitely was someone.  Someone who wanted me to listen to him.  Someone who wanted me to stop for a minute and think of him. 

Well, he got my attention and I am thinking of him.   Whoever he is, wherever he is. 

I don’t trust or love anyone. Because people are so creepy. Creepy creepy creeps. Creeping around. Creeping here and creeping there. Creeping everywhere. Crippity crappity creepies.

Vincent Gallo (via imbued)

Vincent…don’t make me kiss you!  Weirdo…  Love you, you weirdo. 

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