I have been writing a lot lately, not here, but in my notebooks, gathering phrases and ideas. The idle hands have a lot to do with it- I am pretty much stuck in this house without a car. I still feel like the odd one out in suburbia. It makes me stir-crazy. People stare at my tattoos and strange dress. I miss the homeless yelling at me, I miss the hot tranny messes spilled all over the sidewalk. I miss the beautiful houses and trees and weather. I miss the gays. I miss designing things. God damnit, I miss San Francisco.
I have a wonderful friend who recently bought me a remote to my Nikon, so here are a couple of self portraits today. The odd one out and soooo not kosher:
Now off to drink something I have invented that is the greatest thing since ever:
Soy hot cocoa with liquid morphine and whipped cream on top.
Try it sometime, you will not be sorry.
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5 comments:
That drink sounds heavenly
1. hi, it's tamera
2. you look beautiful, even pigglenosed. did you see the movie penelope? amazing art direction.
3. meh! i will send you prizes & proper letters, email me yr address -- tameraferro AT gmail DOTS com.
4. that hanging chairrrrrr.
if we can find a car to borrow, we definitely should terrorize suburbia with the new britney. and I will be needing a leather vest and a goth tranny wig for this... seriously, how hot did she look with the tattoos and linkin park fan hair?
if you ever need a quick escape i promise the drunken drug enduced homeless in santa cruz will give the SF bums a run for their money. then you can forget about them at the ocean...
that drink does sound yummmy...
and ohhhh the pig nose!!!
xoxo
miss you!!!!!!
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