Every morning

when I wake up, I've got a song in my head.

No, really.

The mood of my entire day depends on this song. I will walk to its beat, I am grumpy or chipper depending on its tone. This has been the case for as long as I can remember. I have no idea whether this is normal or not so why don't you tell me what your daily soundtrack is so I don't feel weird.

Lately, Amy Winehouse is in my head. How the frick did she get there? See! See that frick?! That's Amy Frickin' Winehouse! Of course, since Amy Winehouse is in my head, I guess it's a miracle that I'm even conscious.

Note to Ms. Winehouse: please don't hurt me. I think you have a really lovely voice.
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This next section I'd like to call "An open apology to the aliens who abducted me and who I inflicted great destruction upon while having a panic attack aboard the mothership. Autobiographical."

Really though? I tend to steal quotes, song lyrics, and pictures from all over the place and I rarely give credit where credit is due. That little quote above? That's from So I Married an Axe Murderer which never fails to crack me up each and every time I see it.

I am resolved to cite my quotes from here on out. Feel free to call me on it if you notice me plagiarizing.
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Also, I am resolved to eat better, to blog more often, and to exercise each and every day. This includes weekends, folks. Please help keep me accountable.
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On a sad note, Peter Furler is leaving The Newsboys. Please, please, keep your sorrow and outrage under control. On a completely mystifying note, Michael Tait (of former dC Talk fame) is replacing him. Michael frickin Tate?! They just got Jody back and now this!

Please excuse the frick. Out, Amy!