get my mojo working like a mofo

No Mojo here. Just mommy-isms. Fighting to keep my head up…No mojo in sight.

Ran into my favorite prof at the coffee stand . . .

I mentioned the old BBC mini-series (State of Play) I had watched that I thought was comparable to the Wire.

We sat and talked geo-political thoughts on livable areas to pursue a PHD in theatre. The pros and cons of the HYPED and truly meaty places to end up residing for a doctorate program.

Mentors stir ones primal sense of conquering knowledge in the rawest of ways!

Been a tough series to watch as a Sharks fan . . .

but the comeback tonight was glorious!

GOOOOOOO SHARKSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!

wah!

(From the Award Winning Journalists at Access Hollywood)

David Beckham is most certainly a knockout, but apparently a kiss from Becks has a very unique effect – it can actually knock you out.

That was the case for one lucky partygoer inside Jermaine Dupri’s pre-Grammy bash in Hollywood on Saturday, when one kiss from the soccer superstar did more than just leave her weak in the knees, according to a report in People.

As Becks was enjoying himself inside Hollywood hot spot Club Central, a young female fan approached him and got a quick kiss on the cheek – and promptly fainted.

But it was just another day at the office for Becks, who apparently has seen this reaction before

[ Day’s Best Photos: July 25th, 2007 – View the Gallery ]

made a jambalaya with shrimp and veggie sausage. YUM!! i think i’m going to go pesci-veggie for 30 days or until i run 3 miles without stopping!

One of my favorite days of the year. An avalanche of birthday messages via mail, text, email, sociopathitic networking sites, work assaulting me with comedic birthday greetings as soon as a cute gal came to the counter, some respected confidants wishing kind thoughts, drunken this’s and that’s speaking loud irish whisky congrats and my bro leaving me a brilliant message of poetic insight (his birthday being a mere few hours prior) and well Katherine Hepburn and I always comune in a weird spiritual way that all of you non-Scorpio, non-November 8th people would just not understand. Ciao, another berfday!

is doing pretty well all of a sudden….
Well, I am catching attention from some unexpected (& flattering) people at least.
Now if only my mojo can take it to the next step….not quite to mofo level yet…

Oh, the uprorious start of school and work all at its chaotic self at once . . . was frantically draining.

But it was telling in discerning that my Mojo seems to be working in subtle ways I had not thought possible. It also seems my attraction level to females seems to be exploding like a MOFO as i started to suspect the last couple of months judging by random enounters in airports.

Gotta be the shoes. The new shoes. Or possibly the hair has reached its proper length and form. The phereomones have properly aged?

All tis not if I cannot nail this role next week. Biggest audition I have had in years.

Hold the fanfare. I do believe my treo is working again. And anyone who has a treo will tell you that when you get used to the usefull litlle doohickeys they become an essiental part of your life that seems listless and lacking in any sort of mojo once gone.

See, at first the antenna was lost and so I had to order a new one and when I got it people said I sounded like I was calling from a tunnel. (this is not what people appreciate when you call them, sounding like you are calling from a fjord, a peninsula or a skyscrpaer is fine, a tunnel, highly frowned upon).

So, I would listen to people calling and speaking quite eloquent thoughts and then I would shout and they would say “what, what, you sound like you’re in a tunnel” and so I would have to call them on mu home phone and waste money and feel mojoless and downright grumpy.

Then today I was sitting having some tea while reading Titus Andronicus (typical afternoon tea light reading fare)when I noticed this little hole on the back side of my phone was filled with chocolate. Long story, but my phone had been in my backpack while antennaless with a opened chocolate bar and had decided to smother iteslf in chocolate. I had cleaned off all the chocolate, I’d thought, but apparently this lil hidden hole on the backside had escaped my notice and it tunrs out it is the speaker that your voice enters into when talking to people who are outside of the tunnel.

So technically speaking, my horrible phone problems of late have all been because of Chocolate build-up. DO NOT LET THIS HAPPEN TO YOU! It is not fun.

Yea though, my mojo is calling now and it is going to be babbling lots of eloquent thoughts to anybody and everybody no matter if they sound like they are in a tunnel or not!