Geez...what's with all these new cases that keep dropping into the department?! homicide, burglary, gang violence and MISSILES?!! Geez...the only missiles I want to deal with are the ones on a hot babe.

But I won't be handling that one....still on the homicide case and going nowhere fast. This fucking pisses me off.

FUCK. I hate my job. These random assaults and strange crimes appearing everywhere. Goddamnit. Why do I always have to be the one on duty or assigned to these things? I need a homicide, people! Not looking at muggings and cars parked in tow-away zones! Or at least a date! GODFUCKING DAMNIT!

JESUS. Ninth time this week I've been called out for suspicious activity and get there only to have the damn kids run away.

And this time the kids were beating up a puppy. Goddamned kids. Took the poor mutt to D's. Hopefully he can help the thing get back on its feet. It looked awful.

I fucking hate my life.

D! I'm coming over. And you'd better not put me in a worse mood. NO SUGAR.

Goddamned street patrol......I don't get paid enough here.

THERE! I paid Chris 10 bucks to get the damn ponies off my layout and my fuckable babes back on! Fucking ponies... *mutter*

Stupid police department and its love of making me do meaningless street patrol...I am a goddamned homicide investigator for god's sake. I'm not supposed to walk around writing fucking tickets for stupid cars!

I NEVER WANT TO EVER SEE THE WORD RUSSIA AGAIN.

And now I have a fucking cold. FUCK. I am not doing all this paperwork.

Fuckity fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Today was supposed to be my day OFF. When I get to the bottom of what caused all these damn explosions and unexplained injuries, there will be hell to pay.

I had a date and everything too. Shit, she's never going to speak to me again.

AND FUCK IT, D. GET THESE DAMN GAY-ASS PANSY HORSES OFF MY LAYOUT.

D! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO MY JOURNAL?!! WHAT'S WITH THIS MY LITTLE PONY SHIT?!?! TAKE IT OFF!!! IT MAKES ME LOOK LIKE I'M A FAG OR SOMETHING!!!

ANOTHER call from that high school? And this time about dragons? What am I? The fucking animal control?! D, you get your fucking ass out here and fix it! I bet you're behind this! Like that one New Years with that three-headed freak dragon. and your mafia boyfriend and dominatrix dentist girlfriend. That was fucked up too.

Who the hell called the police from Mugenjou High? And why do I hear some pansy girly music in the background among all the screaming? Jesus Christ. *mutters*