A whole bowlful of SHUT UP

Thats what I'm serving up today. I'm less grumpy and perturbed than yesterday, but that doesn't mean I'm loosening the reins. Nope, I still don't want no one saying shit to me today. Anyway, in the spirit of non-verbal (therefore less irritating) communication, I am pleased to report that the pen (or in my case, the keyboard) is indeed mightier than the sword. I've been blessed with the vocab, an eloquent writing style, and the skills to put them both together. And when I do that, shit gets to happening real quick-like. Can't go into details, but let it be known throughout the land, Misty is not to be F'ed with. Not at all, under any circumstances. The heffa is untouchable, and don't y'all forget that. I'm very pleased with myself, and even though I've been outta school for about 2 years (Thank you Jesus) I've still got crazy skills. Sometimes it pays to be a nerd. Anyway, I'm sending out some traveling mercy prayers (my church folks feel me, LOL) for another prolific Literologist (I made that word up, so don't bother)... Mr. Pimpin' Panama. Ol' boy is on a journey and I want him to be safe. So everyone put one in the air for Panama. In regards to my sudden change of occupation, I have decided that I don't want to be a crossing guard. I'd rather carry a gun and some knives. So I may become a mercenary of sorts. But I'mma still get a county check and perform on 213's next travesty of a video. Well I can't write too much more, I actually have a LOT of work today. Booooo. So I'mma take it back to my old mandate, and demand that all y'all get back to work too. Because misery loves company. And I'm lonely. So go work like your lives depended on it! That is all. Unless you get paid today, then your Kingdom Tax is due. Contact the Royal Tax Collector for further instructions. Her Imperial Majesty wants (yet another) pair of Nikes. The Queen has mandated it, and it shall be so.