mojo is a fickle mistress. she comes, then she leaves.
cranky old broad.
there really is the potential for a layout under that Michael's bag.
but the heat notwithstanding, it's just not in me.
maybe it's the layout...maybe it's me.
or maybe...just maybe...that mojo is slutting around at someone else's house.
if you see her, can you please send her back just for a visit? i'd really like to finish this one.