yoga, belly dancing,photography,dancing like the whitest of white girls, LAUGHING, mostly at my self, loving my friends,madfish wine, my dog, my past, robert frost and rumi, dancing with laura to reggae,learning how to river kayak, riding my bike, taking walks, the ducks at lookpark, hiking, meeting new people that inspire me, inspiring myself, my brother (come home), good memories with kate, tea, skateboarding despite a lack of grace, oddly enough my job, georgia o'keef paintings (no i am not gay)jet skiing with sara in nags head, hang gliding with steve, and all the beautiful things that make me smile every morning!
I'm a Hippie Yogi!
A Hippie Yogi
When you're not doing yoga or marching in protests, you divide your time between hugging trees and flashing peace signs at people you don't know. You truly care about the world around you and take action to make it a better place for everyone to enjoy--including your furry friends. You're warm, welcoming, and a lot of fun.
Be careful, however, not to let your dedication to your cause alone determine your
actions--take time for yourself every now and then, too. Everything in moderation
will make you more balanced in your yoga practice and in your life.
What Classic Pin-Up Are You?
You're Bettie Page!
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Dude! You're 56% from Massachusetts!
Contrary to popular belief, this is NOT what most MA people outside of the 128 belt get. We just have weirder accents.
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LOVERS, forget your love, And list to the love of these, She a window flower, And he a winter breeze. When the frosty window veil Was melted down at noon, And the cagèd yellow bird Hung over her in tune, He marked her through the pane, He could not help but mark, And only passed her by, To come again at dark. He was a winter wind, Concerned with ice and snow, Dead weeds and unmated birds, And little of love could know. But he sighed upon the sill, He gave the sash a shake, As witness all within Who lay that night awake. Perchance he half prevailed To win her for the flight From the firelit looking-glass And warm stove-window light. And thought of naught to say, And morning found the breeze A hundred miles away.
Unselfish people who are willing to smile and spread some lovein in this crazy word of clamity