Some days you’re the bat, some days you’re the ball.

Some days you’re the shit and some days you’re the fan.

Getting paid 26 times in 365 days is not my destiny.

I miss them days if you couldn’t rap, you didn’t.

I fondly remember my days as a younger man when I didn’t care what the weather was going to do.

You ever get into such a weird mood you have to put yourself on house arrest for a couple days?

These days, you gotta have a job for the bills and another job for yourself.

How is rent for 28 days the same amount as for 31 days? Where is my change?

It sucks when you realize it’s only Thursday, until you realize it’s Wednesday.

Even on the coldest of days, there’s such peace found in the warm embrace of a hot pizza.

THRILLED to announce I did an Ironman this weekend! Attended 3 social gatherings in 3 days.

Petition to make weekends longer. Two days isn’t enough.

Only a couple more days until I come home and pretend I forgot about Valentine’s Day.

Nobody told me that it takes 1-2 business days to put a snow outfit on a toddler.

Today I broke my personal record for most consecutive days lived.

I was really happy about it being Friday until I realized it was only Wednesday.

I have no desire to work now. I had five days off in a row where I dined at a feast and was entertained at a cinema. I have flown too high to return to a laptop.

I would love to have children one day. Two days maximum.

I am brilliantly social for one and a half hours, and then I need to recover in my bedroom cave for two days.

I miss the days when our biggest argument was whether West Coast or East Coast rap was better.