While I was chillin at Jesus house...

Okay, y'all know I'm a heathenous sinner.

Who don't know that? If you didn't know, now you do. And yeah, I go to church almost every Sunday, maybe thats why I slid past the Hell Test with just purgatory (unlike Jen, and Reddy, Heh-heh!). Now since I just came up outta church, I ain't gonna talk about nobody. Well, I was but now I'm not. That's a little too scanless. But I have a problem y'all. I might have to get some advice on it.

The King of Deacon's son is fine as all kinds of hell.

I wouldn't mind getting with him. (And I know I aint supposed to go to church looking for niggas. I didn't look for him. So spare me.) But his fam is sooo "ol negro spiritual" that I'm scared to even approach it. I mean, dude's pops had to have been a deacon when the word deacon was invented. And I'm rather non-conventional in terms of that. I have my respect for the elders, fa sho. Don't get me wrong. But that women are seen not heard mess? Naw cousin. That ain't me. I'm an educated Black woman who loves the Lord too. God gave me a mouth too, homie.

Anyway, dude is fine, but I am leery of pursuing that. Plus, if I got with him then we couldn't do nothing for a few reasons: #1, I'm scared to almighty death of his daddy. #2, They done put me in charge of the Young Heffas of the Lord, so I gotta be a good example. Kids can see clean through hypocricy. #3, I'm scared he may scream, thereby turning me off for the rest of our time together, which means I'd have to break up with him, meaning I've now got instant beef with the King of Deacons.

Thus my dillema. Do I go try to get me a good God-fearing, sexy-as-hell man, or do I sit on my butt and cry about how I'm scared of his daddy? I know I could get him. I saw it on his face during tithes and offerings when I walked past him. And at that Youth Leadership Council meeting. But man. I'm for really scared.

I suck.

So any help y'all can lend me would be greatly appreciated on today. And oh yeah. Before I forget: Naw Diva... the Almighty Antagonistic, Marvelously Malicious, MiniMee-MistyMarie, Neighborhood Queen (Reigning Supreme... you know the rest), Sole Monarch of the Imperial Kingdom of Mistyland did not cheat on the Hell Test. Queens ain't gotta cheat, y'all just bad, LMAO. I still love y'all though. I'll be waving at you from my top tier of hell.