photo by Stephanie Colt
Taking refuge at my neighbors' house because their fire place is freaking awesome (so warm that if you're close enough where I am you will be tainted with the paranoia that you are just going to burst into flames especially if you have something furry on or close enough to you) and I missed the dog version of me. Isn't she glam? her bitchy demonic alter ego seemed to have been caught in this shot. I promise she doesn't look/ isn't this mean. It's @#$%ing freezing here in San Diego which I love because now I can wear fluffy furry over sized outerwear and more leather and non- fashion people will now appreciate it. Puha, as if I was saving all that and not already wearing it since before it was devastatingly cold which by the way is high 30 s low 50 s for us Californians...well me at least. My family on the east coast die in laughter over the fact that i panic when it is 40 degrees, that's like a blessed winter day for them. Back to the subject on non-fashion people appreciating my style. I live by a courthouse so I usually walk through that establishment and I saw a friend that was going to the traffic part of court to deal with a train hopping ticket. I decided to go in with her and as we are going through the metal detector, one of the cops stopped me, called me over and took me to the side... Nope it wasn't the reggae festive black, red, yellow and green (often associated with Bob Marley, stoners, marijuana use, etc.) dyed tail clipped to my bag. He wanted to know where i got my pants/ mobile home and if they were real leather. I lied and told him that they were because I like lying to cops sometime but admitted their origin. Then he wanted to know if i customized my platform docs/ mobile home and I told him that I bought them exactly the way he saw them off of E bay and he was utterly astounded. He literally was caressing my wax coated jeans and it obv made a scene and everyone thought I was being further frisked for something.He concluded his own personal investigation by citing me with great style. I think he might have been proud that I wasn't dressed like a thug? Whew...made my day. I swear some of the best moments in life are the most awkward and I like that.