Depressed much?

The Neighborhood Queen would like to issue the following statement regarding her recent M.I.A. status:

My bad. They're succeeding at working me to death, and I have a toothache.

The Neighborhood Queen would also like to issue the following statement regarding the Lakers:

Kiss my ass... all y'all.

And I mean it this time. I receieved too many damn phone calls and IM's about the Lakers. I know they lost! DUHHH! Why you keep telling me that? What about a "Hey Misty, how are you?" or "Hey bitch, you still alive?" Nope. Nothing. Just a bunch of gloaters. So there. KMA SO WHAT!

And now, to my fellow mourners, I have no words of inspiration, because I am searching for some myself. So if I find some, I'll let 'cha know. And to Ms. Liz, girl I'mma be aiight... somehow, LMAO. Good lookin out.

The King-of-Deacon's son called me! I didn't even know he had my number! (well I guess its public access since I hold church office, but damn!) He wants to work with me on some community service stuff for the Youth groups we're in charge of. Man. Feel the love y'all. Because I sure as hell do!

Damn. I gotta finish this work. I ain't even got time to do my usual Royal Mandate. Hell, y'all know what it is. If you don't know by now, then you'll have to banish yourself from the kingdom (since I don't have time to banish you). Govern yourselves accordingly. And I'm out.