The Second Most Special Day in the Kingdom.

Aside from International and Global "Thank-God-Misty-Was-Born-Today" day, of course. Ain't nothing more special than that. This is a bitch-fest-post. I am disgruntled. This is my Imperial Blog, so I'mma bitch on here. If you don't like it, then banish thyself from my presence (for today, LOL. You can come back tomorrow). Today is the Imperial Kingdom of Mistyland's monthly Kiss My Ass, So What day. On this most esteemed day on the Westside of the West Coast, all who decide to cross my Royal path on some BS will be forced to either get low and kiss the Most Honorable Air Max's, or receive the left size 7 up their peasant asses. Because I am in a bad mood and people aren't being right towards me, people who claim to have sooo much love for me. Thus incites the Royal Wrath and Indignation. You have been warned, tread lightly. Folks are hell bent to get on my nerves. It started Sunday. I wasn't gonna mention it, but they wanna let the mess spill over into today. When it went down, I remembered my anger management techniques. I did well, I didn't cuss no one out or swing on anyone. But let it be known, bitches were way outta line. Okay, y'all know about the Journey I've elected to take this fall. Well, as I said before, there are those who love me, and those whose main purpose on this earth is to send me to jail for beating the shit outta them and then making the murder complete by leaving tire treadmarks on their backs from where I've run them down in the Stang, hit reverse, and did it again. The reason they can KMA-So What: The indirect two-facedness after the damage was done Sunday (yeah, it went there again). Now when the main broad jumped outta place, no one called her hand. I'm not putting it all out there, but the way things are being handled are ultra wrong. It's like someone has a vendetta against me before I can even get started. Now today I'm getting calls and emails now telling me how I should still go through with it, how the heffa in question isn't the "whole chapter", everyone knows what a great and wonderful representative I'd be, yadda yadda yadda. I'll tell you like this, if she ain't the whole chapter, then she's a pretty thick piece of the pie. Because she went buckwild, just like before and no one felt it necessary to speak up. I haven't even completed the necessary steps to start the "process", ain't signed one piece of paper, and she's already so far in my ass my thong is jealous? Hell naw. And what's worse is she's been inactive for about a year, and now she's back because she heard I was up for the process. Scanlessness abound. I can get treated like shit for free. Where's the love, man? Where is the love? Good ass question. I'm still considering this, because the committee is extending my deadlines. They want me there, and I want to be there. But damn! Do I have to be doomed to get in a fight on the 2nd weekend of every month for the rest of my life? I've seen them shut down destructive things that threatened the wellbeing of the chapter, so how come they can't take care of this bitch? If I take care of her, then I'm showing myself un-sisterly. Can't do that (just yet. Wait 'til this is over. That bitch is in for it). So I have to deal with it. Cold business, because this is something I really want to do. The only reason I'm writing about it here is because I don't dare tell the Fam-Mafia. They already told me that I'd better quit dealing with them. The incident that caused me to walk out last year incited a rage in my fam I hadn't seen since I was with the Piru boyfriend (BOOO). Even Pops, who by the way is frat, was pissed. And Pops doesn't get flustered easily. But I've been ordered to chill myself out on them. So I have to tell y'all, because ain't no one else to bitch too. My baby doesn't understand, and besides. I don't want any carnage to result from my disobedience, LMAO. So too bad for me. I'm giving myself until Thursday to decide what to do. I don't know why people cant just let me be me, why they feel the need to challenge me everywhere I go. I get tired of this sort of thing. Basically I'm just venting. There is no profound question that I need answered, or sympathy to be rendered to me (although if you offer it, I'll take it on the real, LMAO). Since I put myself in this situation (again), I'll deal. Folks never cease to amaze me, though. I gotta take this call, it's one of them. I may be back, I may not until tomorrow. In any case, I'll holla.