So the other day my boyfriend wanted to go to a Gothic industrial bar, I was pretty excited, but I just had one question..

Can I bring my hoop? I asked.

I don't know, said Jeff, why does it matter?

Because!! If I cant bring my hoop it wont be fun...

why?

Because..

He just didn't understand why I needed to bring my hoop everywhere we went..

I'm not a huge people person.. so if I have a hoop in one hand, and music in my brian, I can start to hoop and my trobbles…

 

dimming heart beat

mind is racing

feet are tapping

hands are chasing

dreams

climbing to the sky

racing to the moon

stopped

falling slowing

drifting nowhere

catching star dust

mind is spacing

erasing dreams

tasting air

fate is bound 

universal glare

blinded by light

spared by flight

merrrrp.... not in the nest mood right now.. kind of just blah.. 

I wish…

 

Loosing 75 pounds has changed me.. for the better, i can do things I've never been able to do.. I can walk around in a skirt and my thighs don't rub together and bleed anymore.. when I do certain tricks my body moves more fluently, and effortless..  yes, some of that has to do with the fact that Hooping all the times helps get the tricks down, but when I was overweight it was hard for me to move... bending over... bending back.. getting on the ground.. getting back up..…

 

Ive been out on my hitchhiking adventure for almost a month now...

Its been amazing, I love my boyfriend, and I love hula hooping all over the west coast

ive met so many cool people, and heard some amazing/ sad/ disturbing storys.

some frightning things have happened as well...

But it come with the adventure of hitch hiking

i started out in portland oregon, hit up san fransisco, then off ro saccramento

from sac, we got stuck in some town called goshen, it was on…