The only thing missing...

is a trash can top for my hat. I am officially a Grouchketeer this morning. Y'all remember those kids from Ses.ame Street? The ones with the grimy, ripped up green t-shirts and trash can lid hats? That would sit around Oscar and gripe with him until he'd tell them to go away? Well, yeah. I'm breakin out the honorary membership card, hat and ripped up shirt. I'm grouchy this morning. *replacing crown with trash-can top* I guess thats not really an anouncment, because I'm always like that. But anyway, I am not at liberty to disclose the nature of my grouchiness, because that is a TMI moment, and I don't feel like sharing. But it is enough to pretty much kill my night last night, and I guess it's carried on over into the morning. I shall get over it, eventually *sniff* This weekend was slightly good. The number of stalkers decreased significantly (thanks to the rain) although there's a die hard stalker that just wont quit. He and I had words at my car yesterday, but I know he's still gonna be on that brick wall across the street when I pull up this afternoon. *sigh* Such is my life. I also got approached to be a video ho. (...every other video... and everywhere I go... I see the same ho-oooo...) Well, according to dude, a "model". But we all know what that means. I gotta be grimaced up in a bling bling thong bikini slung over some rental car on the cover of some bootleg rap nigga's CD. I kinda feel sorry for him now. Maybe Compton chicks live for that opportunity. I just can't see myself posted up in Bookie's Barbershop and Fish Fry as Ms. July. I go to church, man! I'm the advisor and coordnator for the Young Heffas of the Lord! I can't drop it like its hot... I simply cannot! But poor promoter-sucka-ass-dude, he did it at the wrong time. See, niggas need to survey the WHOLE perimiter before walkin up on some chick. Junior had just got offa work from driving a 10 hour shift and we were in the McDonalds. He didn't know Jr. was with me, but lets just say he soon found out in a real way. Damn I love my brother. And now, the Imperial Kingdom is not-so-pleased to present: Anxiety Attack Moments: The Official Imperial Tally 1. Zeta Party on Friday night 2. Sittin in the salon, getting hair pressed or curled Saturday morning (haven't decided yet). 3. Shit-ass Holiday party on Saturday evening. 4. Zeta meeting and community service Sunday. Yeah, lets see how long it takes me to have a nervous breakdown this time. I hate doing shit in groups, but it's part of life. And also part of therapy to get my ass out there. This shit sucks though. I freak out like up to the very second I get there. Then I'm usually okay. But it's the waiting that kills me. I'll be glad when next week gets here, I ain't got nothing goin on next week. Well I shall now... continue to sit on my ass. I have no work to do, but my carpal tunnel has rendered my hands nearly useless. So I'm gonna go read blogs and talk on the phone (just like a sista, LOL). So go do something. I can't mandate y'all work since I'm not planning to. So just go do something. In closing, I'll holla. The Queen has left the blog.