New bras, mojos, and other such diversions...

[Writer]

Typically I journal at my computer, but I thought I might expose a bit of my inner workings, a tid-bit of my soul, here in this quirky bulletin board called The Lounge.

Butter my soul with cosmic spin... I wanna roll...

You know, I've come to find in my 30 years that folks take themselves much too seriously. Get all pent up tight, squeezing their buttocks together refusing to let out their real innards. I'm tired of playing that game, tired of selling myself to the devil of self-importance.

I'm going to walk about - I'm going to talk this out.

So, I bought this bra last week and it's changed my life. It's given me a lift that's made my 36 C's all the more 36 and C. Roundy apple tarts - Mr. Writer's greatest treat. And it makes me feel... tasty.

Here I am, trying to get my mojo working again. I need to break this sour spell cast upon me by bad deeds of the past. I want to look ahead, my friends, and see the gold dust sprinkled on the horizon.

Yes, I do, indeed.

Out,
Writer.

[Swede]

1. Good for you.

What bring's this renewal?

[Writer]

2. Oh, no, my friend. Don't be the sour in my Amaretto.

Had a drink, but that was a while ago and it's since dwindled away. I'm now 100% natural.

[Swede]

3. Yeah,I edited my smartass post.

You just had an interesting way of putting things.

[Writer]

4. Oh, man, you sure love to pour the cream into your coffee, don't you?

Making the bitter ever more manageable. You're too kind ;)

[leftofthedial]

5. I enjoyed that post!

thanks!

[Writer]

6. Then share the love, friend.

Share the love.

Off to bed I go, my pillow cradling a restless mind.

Out for the night,

Writer.

[leftofthedial]

7. the best thing about bras

is taking them off.

I've been thinking of journaling

I'm too lazy, too busy, too disorganized, too . . . something, though to make it happen.

I write and write and write all the time, but not prose about me.