Seriously?

Do we still have to pretend that this bitch is cute? Are we done now? Can we all agree that she's dumb, racist, famous for nothing, and just a bad bad person? To top it all off, she's aging like she's living in dog years or something. Time for her to go, it's not fun anymore. I have spoken!!

Recruitment Report

So over the last couple of months there have been a couple of guys trying to get me to play on their teams. The problem I'm having is that they aren't offering anything that I want. They don't fully appreciate or understand what they are getting into, or what it will require of them to handle me. Here's what it will take to hang with me, and potentially get somewhere:

1.Mental and Linguistic Dexterity-I absolutely love and respect words, so I need someone who has a solid grasp on the English language and who will be able to match wits with me.

2.Honesty-Not just telling the truth, but living it and being who you really are. Be upfront with what you want. I might not agree or comply, but I will always respect you for being real.

3.Passion and Capability-Be passionate about something and be good at it. I don't care how far you've gotten in your endeavor, as long you have a clear plan and are willing to grind to get what you want*.

In summation Guys, come correct or don't bother. Otherwise it's like trying to get Kobe to play for the Clippers, a ridiculous waste of time!

(*Or you can just be Luke Walton. Simple, but effective!)

Oh, Lenny

Dancin' Til Dawn


So I was downloading some music and I came across Lenny Kravitz's "Dancin' Till Dawn". It is such an amazing song both lyrically and musically. I was shocked my how earthy, raw, and sexy it was. I watched the video and it just upped the ante. I just had to share. Pay it forward!

He Did It Again.

So about once a year since I was sixteen years old, I've tried to force myself to hate Justin Timberlake. Despite my efforts, he has always found a way to win me back over. Not really sure why I do this, I just accept it. This year was no exception, I was over seeing him hanging out with Jessica Biel shielding their faces from photographers, or golfing, or courtside at Laker games. I was done and over it, but once again he found a way to prove me wrong and regain my love. He found a way to revisit a classic and improve upon it. Justin if you're reading this, Mama is home and she's so sorry.

Where Was I!?

John Mayer was in L.A. giving out sugar, and I WAS NOT THERE! He actually tweeted this day that he was going to be working out in Santa Monica, and I thought it was funny, but did nothing. So with school ending, it's time to step up my game. Befriend a few photographers, bribe a few doormen, sweet talk a maitre d' or two, whatever it takes. I just want a shot at John. A moment for our eyes to meet and to see what happens next. If nothing happens or he offers me an autograph and pats me on the head, I'll cross him off the list and move on to Jason Mraz. San Diego is only a couple of hours away...this summer might end up being pretty dark and scary for me.