I want to be a BearHawk

You know that feeling that you get when you flip your hair off your shoulder real slow like sort of how Farrah Fawcett would and it bounces and waves back and forth subtly to the rhythm of gravity and other mysterious magical hair superpowers, or the feeling of the ocean water lapping at your toes while you legs are dangling off a boat in the middle of the ocean….or when you wake up in the middle of the night super excited about something but you’re not exactly sure what BUT you just know it’s fantastic beyond fantastical… Well, that’s how I’m feeling…new changes are blowing through the wind…which seems kind of silly to say since new changes happen all the time…like our skin cells are always sluffing off and replacing themselves… and I’m sure the mucous on our eyeballs is constantly changing…the wind blows in different directions…bugs make love to bugs and then make love to other bugs…you know what I mean right?…hmmmm…. but getting back to the changes and all….let’s just say…the changes are a changing…. xo

p.s. I wish I was a BearHawk… BearHawks have this cool factor that’s better than cool…cool like ice …that could melt your heart…

p.s.s. I forgot to say…. I’m Moving and I’m super awesomely stoked….bye bye slumlord and mold….hello blue tiled bathroom that makes me think of blueberry cream pie!

p.s.s.s. I made some papiér maché piñatas this weekend…an ant and a ladybug…Radness!!!

p.s.s.s.s. I really love the accent thing ééé ññññ åååååå …..oh accents you are my best friends today and maybe until the end of time….most probably anyways!