I realize I've been a little sporadic in my posting. Between the new houses and taxes, I'm feeling more distracted than Neil Patrick Harris at a Ricky Martin concert; and that, combined with some pretty brutal roundhouse kicks to the ego this week has my creativity blocked tighter than Paula Deen's colon.
I've been working on a post about the day I was accused of racially profiling Jessica Chastain which will hopefully be up tomorrow. I'd hoped to have it up today, but after the events of the last two days everything I write is coming out all angsty and Leonard Cohen-y and to be honest, I think I need a night with the girls to binge eat pita chips and watch shitty Judd Apatow movies to get my mojo back.
Thanks for your patience while I drag my sorry ass out of this funk y'all. It shouldn't take long. In the immortal words of the great philosopher Cumbawumba: "I get knocked down, but I get up again, you ain't never gonna keep me down."
PS: In the interim, HERE is my favorite version of that song, as performed by my homeboy, Homer Simpson.