About today.

Greetings my peasants and folks. I have a new motto for today. It is only for today, because tomorrow may be better. But here it is: "At your own risk, bitch." That is it. Simple, ain't it? I find that it is applicable to any and every situation that could befall me today. For example: Folks askin me to do stuff outta my job description as soon as I walk through the damn door. You can ask, sure... but at your own risk, bitch. If you're an old pervert whom I've repeatedly told to leave me alone, but yet you decide to call my work extension and leave depressing voicemails, and then as soon as I walk in the door the shit is ringing and I answer it, and it turns out to be you... yeah, you can call me like you've lost your F'in mind... but you do it at your own damn risk, bitch. And lastly, say you're ex-Baby and for some reason you decided to stalk my car this morning in the damn rain until I come out to go to work to give me the 3rd degree about "some corny ass nigga I heard came to pick you up on Saturday"... well yeah. You can stalk my car, but as he found out this morning, you do that shit at your own risk, bitch. So yeah. That's my motto for today. Her Imperial Majesty hereby accepts no responsibility for anything that comes outta the Royal lips, that is typed with the Royal keyboard, or any damage to personal belongings that might arise from coming up on me today. You've been warned. Now that we all understand each other, how are y'all this morning? I hope you're all happy and well, for real. Just because I feel like slashing throats and kicking random people in the head doesn't mean I wish my intense wrath upon any of you... unless you do something stupid to warrant my wrath... well then, you get what cha get. I had a discussion with UB last night. After talking to one of the homies I was able to come to the conclusion that it's not that I'm scared of him per se, it's just that he's not giving me enough time to assess the situation. It's more than lovely that he thinks I'm everything he wants. I can dig that, for real. Aint a chick out here that doesn't want to be adored and all that good stuff, and I'm just like all the other heffas in that respect. But he doesn't know me. Bottom line, and I don't know much about him either. I mean we know the basics, family stuff, likes and dislikes, but I don't know what he's like, if you can understand that. Talking to him last night sent a few more red flags flying up. I've made a mental note of them. I'm not gonna discard him over some bullshit, but if I get too many warning signs, I'm ghost. Like I told the homie, I want to be married, loved, cherished, all that. But I'll be damned if I marry the wrong man just to acheive that end. I need to make sure that he is the ONLY man out there for me. It ain't about him being the right one... all the men I've dealt with were the "right man" at the time I was with them. He needs to be the only one out there for me. No one needs to be able to see him when it comes to me. He's giving that on the surface, but I have to be sure that he can hold it down in all aspects. Because I'm not gonna half ass when it comes to him, so I don't want no bullshit down the line when it comes to me. But that kinda assessment takes time. He's just gonna have to deal with that. Don't trip, I still like him a lot. I'm a little anxious about the signs I'm seeing, and I'm sure that is contributing to my blah outlook this morning. But it's still early in the game. So I'm not gonna trip too hard, it's all good. It's just... ugh. I don't even know. I'm going to see him tonight probably. I hope he's kinda calmed down by then. Shit at least it's Friday. Lemme go get to work, maybe I can get my evil ass outta here early enough to spare some lives. Ugh.