For those of you who have poked/prodded/inquired/nudged/annoyed/reminded me that I haven’t posted a blog post over the last week, congratulations, you fail.  What you just experienced was ‘the marshmallow experiment’ for adults in the age of connectivity (and for addicts of this blog), and you failed said deferred gratification test.  You needed it, you needed it now, and you whined about it when you didn’t get it.  Feel good about yourselves, I dare you.

Now that you feel bad about your failure, feel good about the gratifying feeling you are experiencing reading a new post on this here blog after a week of silence.  Even though it is tainted with the rotten stench of your inability to be patient (in the name of enjoying the moment so much more), it still feels good doesn’t it?  Consider this a lesson for next time. And no, I don’t get off on being withholding (if that’s what you are thinking).

A fraction of a part of me feels bad for making you wait, and then even more so for making you feel bad about your inability to wait, so here are some things to get psyched about (most are posts that are already half-written): under garments, young jeezy, music festivals, heartbreakers, summer world tour part deux, bar fights, taxes, ghost face killers, books (the reading of, and the writing of), and pantlessness of course (forever and always).