Mojo baby, yeah!

There's something, I feel, some people just possess and some don't that I really can't name. Call it mojo, grace, equilibrium, whatever you want. It's the little spark in some people that just gives them a special almost indescribable sense of self that just allows to carry themselves with grace and confidence that transcends itself into every part of their life. It's almost like an ability where some can have more of it than you and you can sometimes even have a fraction of what you could potentially have. It's not even like it makes you who you are though, it more or less just allows you to be who and what you are. This is a bad example but it's what makes Allen Iverson good at basketball or Steven Spielberg good at directing, it's just that special sauce--if you will (I mean that as a McDonalds reference so get you mind out of the gutter). Right now, to me, it's such a vague illusive concept that I can barely translate it on paper (aka this blog) so you can even understand what I think I'm talking about. I don't even know the point of this to be honest but I felt like typing about it, kind of like the random conversation I started today about the way people hug you tells you a little about them. How some people can hug you a little cold and some people just give you great hugs like they hug you with their whole body it seems. By the way, I warned you I was weird so don't act like this isn't normal for me. Anyway Mortal Kombat is on T.V. and I'm in the mood for a little nostalgic mid nineties action flick, based on a hit video game of the same name, goodness.

Laters


PS: They should invent a way for pudding to be healthy for you and then get that shit out everywhere; stores, restaurants, random places that sell food...everywhere. Come to think of it they might as well do it with fudge too, I mean kill two birds ya know.