In about 15 or so hours, I will be at Oakland to check out the Queen of Soul herself, Aretha Franklin, in concert. I make an effort to see all the legends in concert. Four years ago, it was Prince. A couple years ago, it was the Rolling Stones. I saw Motorhead last year and in 2012, and, yes, I consider them legends in my book. So I’m definitely looking forward to this show. Plus, smooth crooner Babyface will be there, so it’s gonna be all the yaaaaasssss.
I am also looking forward to seeing something like this happen:
Just as important as this news is this bit I found out over the weekend:
“The New York Knicks have signed guards Sasha Vujacic…”
HOLY SHIT THIS MAN IS BACK IN THE NBA:
OK, maybe this is a better pic of him…
Man, he looked good. But, the key word here is “looked.” Thus, I’m not excited over this. I’m more thrilled over wanting to see the Giants present their holes to the opposing team literally as opposed to figuratively like they did against the Cubs these past four days. (And I’d watch that porno again and again.) I would have liked it if that article had a recent pic of him, since I’m curious over how my ex-man looks like these days. And by “ex”, I mean he and I used to be hot and tight like a dress J-Lo would wear on a pap stroll. We were together during the halcyon days when the Lakers were a killer team, when this symbol (#) was still known as just the pound sign, and when unicorns queefed C-notes on me daily. Somewhere along the way, however, Sasha’s play started to falter. Then he cut his precious long locks; he used those exact same pair of scissors and cut up my heart immediately after. But because I was a total sap, I still kept seeing him when he started going out with Maria Sharapova. Tired of playing the other bitch and seeing one missed 3-pointer of his after another, I officially ended it in the Fall of 2010. And by “ending it”, I mean I threw all of his pics away in disgust, replacing his place in my drawer with the pics of Tim Lincecum. (And, yes, I’ll go show myself to the Laaaaame Department with this one.)
I find it funny that he’ll be playing for a team whose captain once did this to him:
I ❤ cornrowed Carmelo. Not so much this play, but when this happened years ago, twisted, sadistic me once thought ‘Melo liked it rough. Seeing two of my former hotties come in contact in that way did get me hot, so now I’ll go show myself to the Your Messed in the Head Department, after I find the Laaaaame Department in the What the Fuck store.