Oh, hey, what's going on out there? I think of you guys all the time. I miss talking to you. Sometimes I even plan out a blog post during my commute. I go through a series of motivational talks in my head several times a day about writing and consistency and dedication to the craft and whatnot. I've even tried getting stern with myself and insisting that I WILL write something when I get home, dammit.
Sigh, yeah, whatever, it all seems to be to no avail. I got no mojo, gang, so we're all just gonna have to wait for the magic to happen and inspiration to take hold. In the meantime, I'm going to go have a cheesey snack. Maybe you should have one, too.
Do you think it was Ray's butt that took the wind out of my sails?
4 comments:
is it also really hard for you to get up in the mornings? i mean, *really* hard? 'tis for me. just thinkin.
a mojo dies a thousand deaths; a cheesey snack but one.
Ray's butt...wind...sails... ===> yoks
You know what, I had cheese for breakfast! The hell you say? Oh yes. Just ask the Danes. I think we need to start including Fabulous Cheeses of the Entire World (Even the English) in our COWW events, too.
Dahling, you are never really out of words...your brain may be constipated. (may have been Ray's butt, dunno, possible)or the cheese. And it might be a mojo-retrograde-amnesiac-episode. Completely curable, I assure you. I would recommend a brief trial of meditation on something like ...say, a very small aquarium.
Fabulous Cheese #28 Of the Entire World: Pochego (France).
==> http://www.achewood.com/index.php?date=10122001
"can't help bein' a moj'tard"
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