I think I'm either getting promoted or fired, I've been hearing my name in hallways that much, and people have been acting that mad and coy when I ask about it, like I'm not a cop, like I wouldn't notice they're being weird. There are a couple of lagass guys senior to me, though, so my life's gonna be hell until I know for sure. They're just not ( Read more... )

So at least wind is better than rain, though I was in Chinatown this morning trying to pick something up for somebody and I almost got decapitated by a paper lantern. I'm thinking there's no good way to make that sound impressive.

Hey, so, note in case I somehow get hit on the head and forget: don't play poker with FBI BAU cocksu squatters.

Don't do anything with FBI guys. Including piss on them if they're on fire.

And ladies, if you're dating one? Dump him. They're smug as shit, and they'll get off telling you you're doing it wrong.

So, okay, here's a fun story. My brother's getting remarried. To the same woman he just finished divorcing, I don't know, six months ago.

Now, I know that love's a rocky road. I get that. There are ups, downs, sidewayses, whatever, it's cool, I hate being bored too. But this woman's psycho. She slept with his divorce lawyer. She actually ( Read more... )

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You're lucky to be on the line like you are
( You're lucky you've already been caught. )

Name: Mike McLeary
Age/Birthdate: 25 / 18 April 1983
Sexuality: Straight
Occupation: Patrol officer for the NYPD.  Mike has decent promotional prospects on the basis of skills and wits, but he’s kissing the wrong asses and he’s nobody’s teacher’s pet.  He’s just beginning to overcome the new guy stigma, anyway.

Fairytale: Molly Pitcher
Ability, if ( Read more... )