That's right, I said it right out loud. Ever feel that way? Like a hack, a wannabe? Like suddenly the door will resound with pounding and standing there on your front stoop will be a dude who is shaking his head, telling you, "Don't know how you fooled them for this long, but pack your crap! It's time to go!"
I have been feeling this way for far too long. I must resume the quest for my very important mojo.... I lost it somewhere between the Bucket List and Christmas. Must have fallen between the seats, although I have turned my round rump upside down, grunting and clawing blindly in the dark to absolutely no avail whatsoever. My mojo is missing.
If you would help me find it I would be so very grateful. It is unassuming, yet alarming. It is small but can fill a room full with very little effort. It is loud and boisterous and the absolute life of the party and I cannot seem to locate it anywhere! It is very important that I find it soon. It cannot live without me, after all it is mine and I am its... Ahem... I think it is hiding from me on purpose!