natural energy...yes. naturally hairy...no thanks! i'll be right behind you at the salon getting waxed 
ommm, i mean ummm, is that a bob marley leading the way? sweet photos and great story... thanks for sharing.
Great story hon. I was giggling right there with you.
Thought I should tell you to check out Bo's blog for my inside info on anonymous. (in comments) Havent decided what to do about it yet, but it is quite funny. Im not catty enough to do much except ignore it, but I have enjoyed all the "what a fuckin' wanker!" comments it has induced.
Yes my husband and his friends kept calling my attire "faux hippy" at the festival. There have been times at different event when I was the only one there with smooth legs and smooth underarms. I do have an earthy side but I have too much glamour in me to go all the way!
I also have to keep lip gloss on at all times and I don't think your true hippys do that one either! So I went around it tie die with glossy lips, painted toes, and a tiny bit of eyeliner!!! lol.
The above one is me!
I thought my info was in already!
Great story from the lovely Keda. Old hippies are quite funny. We have one here who talks to us in rhyming couplets... it's actually pretty funny to have a conversation with him.
OOOOHHHHHHMMMMMMMYYYYYYYY!
Cheers love! The wooden dome sounds purely wonderful and I can see the old hippies now. That's a riot!
Funny you mentioned Joshua Tree, since the dead guy I blogged about wanted to be buried there. Apparently a friend of his stole his casket and tried to torch it there.
As for the hippie thing, I don't think I could have kept a straight face, either. I've never had patience for meditation OR hippies, actually.
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PS You have dead tarantulas in your armpits? Tres sexy.
noonoooo kitten fluff 
and how else can i tell the men from the boys
I think I could use a bit of OMMMMMM right now.......... Greetings from Finland! =) I'm in search of tape so I can begin to repair my "paper thin" walls......... =/ Family dynamics blow! Anyway, good to be back and reading something so delightful. Thank you!
That was great keda. I think I recognise bits, maybe from your archive, but if anything it was even more exquisitely embarrassing this time. The pics are superb. As usual, every photo of you looks like a different person - no wonder you confused those Turkish security guards in that other story.
The structure sounds a bit like an orgone accumulator.
Have a good one gorgeous. See you Thursday.
you don't even look like you in that last picture - you look about thirteen!
lovely story... x
oh i am with you. i'd have been snorting and fruitlessly trying to stifle said snorts...it would have been very bad.
when I moved to Chicago I decided that I wanted to be a hippie. I had the hair to my arse and I loved patchoulie so I thought I could do it. Once I realized that true hippies stay stoned most of the day and only bathe every other...I realized I was more of a yuppie minus the attitude. It was fun while it lasted...all of a week.
You look like teenagers... too young to even drive in the first shot. Maybe it was like being in church or in the library where you know you shouldn't laugh so then HAVE TO. I love a good giggle spell that can't be stopped. Sometimes I've had them and worried I would never be able to stop. I think mine have happened in restaurants mostly with the waitress trying to take our orders...and once in a fun house.
shit guys i was at least 29! but when there's iced donuts involved doesn't everyone become 13??
ya see?? hideously expensive skin creams DO work!! well worth the spondoolies.
and laughing ALot does help
ok, even you are reminding me of how much I miss the desert southwest! I love winter hiking in the low deserts.
your stories ALWAYS make me laugh! too too funny. And no, there's nothing wrong with "omming" together to the tune of guccccccii or prrraaddddddddaaaaaaaaa!!!!!
Great photographs! The composition is really interesting.
Mmmmnnn? Great photies! Hotboy
I loved this one. I could first, just SEE the lets cutting and it made me want to mail them all my old bridal magazines to encourage their princess endeavors.
I am a shaver/waxer extraordinairre. Being blondish, I hate finding **someones** "dark hairs" anywhere. ESPECIALLY on my bar of soap. I keep my own pretty pink bar of soap. Hairless. It makes me happy. I don't like hair... except on my head!
Now hippies, like Deana, I am a faux hippie. I have the pedicured toes, the makeup (no lipstick, hate the stuff) and pretty hair, but I dress like a hippie as often as possible. I frequently get mistaken or labeled as a hippie. Fine with me!
But I couldn't not shave, and if I was meditating, it would have to be alone, or I would also be laughing.
re: chanting - po-tay-toh, po-pra-da. Sounds the same to me.
I laughed so hard at the mental pic of hairy legged hippies I spit at my computer monitor. Sometimes i really wonder if some of us were analy probed into stoopidity by aliens. That is my only way to possibly understand how these ppl could be that werid.
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