All you need is love.

It's official; I'm a hippy.  There were signs: dressing up like Stevie Nicks last Halloween, the red head band I made in the Summer, the drawings of the Native-American flower child I use to draw, my love of folk music -- the fact that I only really know how to play folk music on the guitar, etc.  

Seriously though, I've taken hippy living to a whole new level. I sit outside during my lunches, paint other people and let them paint on me, and, of course, talk about love and peace.