Now that we've found love...

FIRST THINGS FIRST: SEPTEMBER 30 2008
That was not a good night's sleep. Sleeping will take some getting used to.

It's the dream of the fight...

FIRST THINGS FIRST: SEPTEMBER 29 2008
PART I: Damn, I'm sweaty. This comforter still smells.
PART II: I'm not even friends with Kim Kardashian.

Rising up, back on the streets...

FIRST THINGS FIRST: SEPTEMBER 28 2008

Hold up. They're just gonna get away with that?

Hit me on my Banner prepaid wireless...

FIRST THINGS FIRST: SEPTEMBER 27 2008

Man, I hope those clothes in the washer don't stink.

Everyone's a winner...

So, I woke up the other day with an entirely bizarre but not altogether surprising thought and was thunderstruck by an idea I'm gonna run with for a bit.

What's the first thing you thought when you woke up this morning?

FIRST THINGS FIRST: SEPTEMBER 26 2008

My mouth is really dry. I should have taken a Centrum last night.

Doesn't matter if it's profound or mundane or entirely bizarre, THROW DOWN.

Vain aging man with your eye on the young girls...

This week is a bit of a hybrid: it's sort of a general annoyance, but kind of a guilty pleasure mixed with a little more self-annoyance. Or something.

Say What?: Butchered Song Lyrics

1. "In the dark of night, rising like a spider" - Burning Heart by Survivor. It's spire, not spider.
2. "Stomp on your fingers, the blame is on me" - On Bended Knee by Boyz II Men. While it's fine if you want to stomp on your own fingers, it might be more agreeable to stop pointing them.
3. "I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grave" - Kiss From A Rose by Seal. It's grey rather than grave and despite that clarification, I'm not entirely sure what the phrase means.
4. "Pretty eyed, bright red smile" - Tiny Dancer by Elton John. This seamstress for the band indeed had a pirate smile.
5. "And then a man called out exclaims" Part-Time Lover by Stevie Wonder. Though our wife's jump-off might stand outside our house and start yelling, he would more likely call our exchange.

If music be the food of love, play on. Just get the effing words right. Throw down.