mr mojo risin'

dear mr mojo,

welcome back, old friend! i missed you while you were gone. i felt empty and lost and alone. i was like a toothbrush with no bristles; like a sabertooth tiger with no sabertooth; like a...woman with no mojo.

but now that you are back, just think of all the fun that we will have together. and by "fun" i mean hot sex. and by "together" i mean with boys.

mojey baby, please promise that this visit will not be as brief as the last time you popped into (and then promptly out of) my life. it took me so long to get you back again. and now i worry that our time together is limited, you unpredictable little intangible thingamajig, you.

not that i didn't have a great time while you were on "long service leave" - what with all the pash parties and spa parties and bap grabbing and elbow biting (that's right, you heard me: elbow biting) - but it just wasn't the same without you. a hot pash with a dear friend just ain't the same as making happies with a sexy new conquest. yet for awhile there, it was all i needed and/or wanted.

but not anymore, mojikins, oh no. mama needs a whole lot more than that now. a WHOLE LOT MORE. ya dig?

but alas, i predict a cool change inside soon. deep, deep down where the wild things are. you're leaving soon aren't you? you're packing up the mojovan and heading north for the winter? aren't you? AREN'T YOU?

ANSWER ME DAMMIT, YOU COMMITMENT-PHOBIC PIECE OF UNIDENTIFIABLE NOTHINGNESS!

i guess i better get the fuck out of this office and into the real world quicksmart, while there's still time to make use of you, huh?

love you long time,

la nadine

xox