bella ciao bella ciao bella ciaociaociao

After a 28 hr comedy of errors voyage to Genova, Italy to spend a misguided thanksgiving breakfast complete with pandoro, biscotti and coffee with my mother, her boyfriend and my dog....I realized I miss the realease of writing. I miss the action of placing my inner monologue (which is sometimes in third person) into a tangible form. I miss giving my commentary on the world and showing the world (even if by world in this sense I mean my mother) what I am up to.

Now this is not to say that my head is inflated enough to think that you all want to know my daily actions and my opinions about occurrences in my life and my surroundings...but that's the lovely part about it, if you do not want to read it...you simply do not have to. I also do not pride myself on being the worlds best speller or on being grammatically correct...I write how I think, with pauses, side notes sarcasm and long drawn on never ending sentences.

My posts will vary but there are a few things that don't. I am a hairstylist and educator currently based out of Los Angeles working exclusively with Paul Mitchell. I adore art and see it in the simplest forms. I am a liberal traditionalist vegetarian yogi with vegan tendencies and a strong Italian upbringing, and not jersey shore Italian but FOB Italian, and I am fluent...try me.

coming soon? a chronicle of my 28hr voyage, followed by posts of what I have been up to during the last 8 whirlwind months of my life.

Currently listening to:

">Fleet Foxes - White Winter Hymnal