Bad News

I was driving the other night and R Kelly's "Step in the Name of Love" was groovin me home. So of course I've been singing it to everybody for the last 2 days -- everybody that doesnt punch me in the face first. So tonight I was hanging out with peeps who didn't know which song it was even when I did my rendition (which is astonishingly close to the original), so naturally I came home and looked him up on wikipedia and inadvertently found out that the man is a capricorn and his birthday is not two days before mine. All of you out there who know me well know that this is a shocking blow to my astrological ego. It's bad enough that Howard Stern is two days from me on the 12th, but to be sandwiched between him and the author of such timeless classics as "Feelin' on Your Booty" and "I Like the Crotch on You" is more than a sensitive cappie can take. Its not as bad as when we found out CC shared her birthday with David Hasselhoff, but its up there.

Anyway, go shake it off and Step in the Name of Love here.