This is really just a list of reasons why it's cool to be a hippy - practical reasons mainly. Just a load of fun. Not a hippy myself. Looking at it from a erm. Fresh angle.

 

 

1) You don't necessarily have to wash your hair every day. Got naturally greasy hair? Great! All the better for growing dreds.

2) You don't need to worry if you smell of B.O. Cotton breathes dude. And besides, you can simply say that all deodrants are tested on something unethical, so you refuse to use it.

3) You don't have to worry about shaving - guys might want to trim the goatee, but ladies, it's great if you have lovely long sexy legs. Which are, frankly, a pain in the arse shaving-wise. 

4) Fashion is not expensive. You are wearing Hemp for pete's sake! You don't need to buy special lables to fit in. Just find an old burp bag/sack and fashion a shirt out of it. Or a Jalabea. They're good in the summer.

5) You can get as high as a kite, and no one will call you a junkie or say you have a problem, simply cause you're a hippy.

6) If you look vaguely like John Lennon, you could pretend to haunt someone.

7) You get to have pretty flowers painted all over your camper van. ^.^

8) Doesn't matter if your music is shite, cause frankly, you won't be sober enough to notice.

9) It's all about free lovin' baby. No need for 'relationships'. So if you cheat on your girl, no biggy. She's having it off with your best mate or the drummer from your band or something.

10) No one wants to employ a hippy. Laziness is always the best policy.

 

So get out there! Buy your dodgy shades, grow your goatees - even you girls - and get high!

 

Hm. Well. This is a turn for the books. Maus. Miss Snobby-geek-without-a-webspace-of-any-sort writing a blog in a clearly customised webspace. Fun.

 

Mock me. Tell me I've sold out my beliefs. 

 

'Tis true; I dislike these things. I think they are a waste of time. Which is why I'm writing this now. =D I'm fed up. Bored. Decided to add do something, so this is another started 'project' that will forever be forgotten through neglect and decay. Yay me.

 

Yeah. So blog writing. Hm. Erm. What do you write in a blog? I have a diary for confessions and rants, why the fudge do I need to write a load of bull on the internets to be read by all and sundry. 

 

Well this little entry will have given you a small and insignificant taster of what Mausy can really be like.

 

I'm not posting personal details. I'm not posting camwhore-ish pictures. I am simply writing what I am thinking as I go. Not much going on is there?

 

Hm. I need my head examined.