Get It Done

I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE HELL YOU ASSHOLES THINK YOU'RE DOING, MAKING ALL THIS NOISE.

BUT YOU'D BETTER CUT IT THE HELL OUT.

Christ on a cracker, a man still can't get any sleep around this place. If it's not one thing it's another damn thing.





[ooc: huang-muse was dying. plz to help me wake him back up-- mock at will.]

Some of us gotta get up and work on Sundays, you know.

Liked it better when it was just the cats in heat yowling outside my window.

First person who laughs gets shot in the asscheek.

I want to make it really clear that I only showed up at the picnic for potato salad and shooting contests, not to make any new buddies on the force.

Solidarity can eat me.

Bitch more, ladies. I bet if you whine just a little louder, it'll work.




And for the rest of you, papa has a new toy courtesy of the freshly minted Chief of Police.



Play nice.

Where can I buy a good sniper rifle?


Serious question.

I think I liked most of you better yesterday. You bitched less and nobody once told me I should quit smoking in public because of their poor abused lungs.

Especially you, Hei. Even if your smiling face made me lose my dinner.

If one more socially retarded ASSHOLE asks the same stupid question, I will LET THEM KNOW what I think about people so stupid they can't use a damn scroll bar.


And you two, GO KILL YOURSELVES.

Shoulda stayed in bed.


[ooc: links are totally 100% viewable IC]

They're not kids, you know. They're tools. I thought your type knew better.

WHAT THE HELL IS THIS SHIT!

This place isn't right! This place isn't right or I'll eat my hat! Little girls are not supposed to come waltzing out of my television screen after-- after making me think things like that. I don't even want to talk about this. It's all crap.

I'm gonna go get some coffee.

[Accidental Voice Post]

[crashing noises, accompanied by a steady background static and hoarse, deep-voiced screaming]

They deserved it! Every last ONE of them!

[/Accidental Voice Post]




[ooc: lol, samara'd. Seven days. Huang was just killed via a heart attack after Samara came out of the television. Feel free to find him dead with a horrified expression on the other side of the couch having fallen over the back of it trying to get away.]

WHO THE FUCK CALLED MY CELLPHONE? THESE THINGS AREN'T EVEN SUPPOSED TO HAVE SERVICE HERE.


YOU'RE PICKING THE WRONG GUY FOR YOUR LITTLE JOKES.



[ooc: lol watch'd. If your char interacts with Huang at all, feel free to notice him becoming increasingly paranoid over the next seven days.]

And finally a lull in the paperwork from the police office. Was holed up there for days working on this bullshit. You'd be amazed how expensive terrorism and crime is. For instance, if I was actually working on an hourly wage instead of a shitty salary, it would have cost the city a boatload of time and a half.

Who the hell is paying my salary anyway?

Did you miss me while I was gone?

Don't you wonderfully pleasant people have anything better to talk about than how to find wuv and what it means to you? Goddamn.


In other news, thanks to all the brilliant responses I received, and I use that word lightly, it seems to me like what this place wants is a vendetta system of justice that'll let people keep trying to settle their differences with one another while the peace officers protect the uninvolved.

Why the hell not, I suppose. It's not like we're ever going to find real peace in a place like this. It's not homogeneous enough, and people don't like what's got more power than them.

The lovely elected officials keep talking laws and laws and laws and rights and rights and rights, which is all fine and dandy, except for how nothing brought up yet can even manage to have bad-shrimp nightmare-delusions of adequacy.

So I wanna ask a question, to see how people around here really feel about their fellow man.





What rights do you think everyone else shouldn't have?

There were a few people who told me the other day that a curse involving singing was lenient. I think I can see what they were talking about.

I also think I would like to suggest that this is karma, but I don't currently believe in it.





[ooc: oshi-- switched with April for the day. plz don't poke him too hard. his mind is telling him it's perfectly okay to make a hurricane and kill you for it.]

I went to work today and filed a pile of paperwork so big that it would make an ambulance-chaser nervous. It was actually kind of relaxing, seeing as it got me out of that damn apartment. I'm a dog person and Hei's eating habits piss me off.


This city is too sweetly friendly today with all the tea parties and balls. While I go try to find myself some glass fucking slippers and a better personality, feel free to comment to hear my very strong opinion on the decline of morals and filial piety among the younger generation today and how I am so goddamn tired of Chinese food.

You know how they say that every vote counts? Yeah. Told myself I didn't care about this shithole's politics, which I didn't, 'til I realized my apathy wasn't nearly as strong as how ticked off I am that Mr. Charming McPureheart is going to have more reasons to plaster his smiling face around.

Somebody shoulda pointed me to the polls so I could have voted for flippin' Vimes.





Hei, your couch sucks.

There are a couple orders of the evening:

1) I still don't need this shit.

2) I might have a decent job, if it works out. If by decent we mean one I don't even know why I want it, because I should know better by now, but there you have it. To all you wise-asses who told me I couldn't find a job just by bitching about it everywhere-- bite me.

3) I didn't mean a damn thing I said for the past twenty-four hours, blanket statement, it was under duress, thank you and good night.

4) And to any of you who agree with the damn weasel, no, I'm not shutting up anytime soon.