Castle of Love for Rent

Before I say anything else, I have a few words for you: STANKIN' ASS BURNT TOAST!

The Almighty Lakers tapped that ass yet again! Oh yes, mighty toaster of Los Angeles. How pungent the odor of the fugly Gollum from Lord of the Rings-beastmaster Cassell, How dark and burnt the crust of satan-Beard Garnett, and that homeless-looking dude. (dont know his name but HIS ass looks like a for-real honest to God timberwolf!). Feel the burn, y'all. I command you to feel it or else I'mma write a poem about this here shit. And trust me, you don't want that.

And now onto other pressing matters of the Kingdom in which I reign supreme: I'm moving the hell outta the Castle of Love, and back into the Mansion of Malicious Intent, just up the block. I'm renting the Castle out though. I just don't have it in me to remain that nice for that long. So to hell with it. I give up.

The Phenomenon of the Unseen Crackheads

This morning, I damn near ran over 4, count 'em, F-O-U-R dopefiends. All I wanted to do was get my sleepy ass to the 105 fwy, and it seems like our chemically-dependent friends wanted to test my (already failing... this bitch is legally blind in her left eye) eyesight and reflexes. Lucky for them someone prayed for them last night, because the two on bikes somewhere around 120 and Central almost got it. All in my lane. But never fear, the Queen is not yet a fugitive for the hit and run... strong emphasis on "yet".

And since I have moved out of the Castle, I am re-adopting my practices of not doing my work. That means I will be free once more to pester the blog world with millions of unwarranted posts. Because I just dont give a damn. Well, let me go take a nigga-riffic unscheduled break. Because I'm hungry. And the Neighborhood Queen (reigning supreme) cannot be allowed to starve, for any reason.

One last announcement:

The Almighty Amiable, Marvelously Magnanimous, MiniMee-MistyMarie, Neighborhood Queen (Reigning Supreme), also known as the sole Monarch of the Kingdom, formally recognizes today as Kingdom-Wide Killa Cal Day (My kindgom ain't got nothing to do with this nation, LOL). *extends scepter* Much luv and congrats to Killa Cal. May God bless you on your birthday.

And with that, the Queen is out.