The City of La Crosse regrets to inform me that I am no longer being considered for the position of Civilian Service Employee.

Man, if I can't even get hired for a rent-a-cop position, how the fuck am I supposed to be a full-blown cop?

Fuck it, I'm growing facial hair.

Today, I watched The Story of Us on TV. I didn't even change during the commercial breaks. Ummmmm, at least Bruce Willis is pretty tough.

If I start listening to Celine Dion or My Chemical Romance, I'll post my address so someone can send me anthrax to huff.

On the bright side, Iowa beat Wisconsin and I'm hunting for T&A tonight.

Laura's aunt just called me out of the blue to tell me the family still loves me. I'm beginning to think I need a scorecard just to keep up with whatever the fuck is going on today.

So Laura wants to get together tomorrow, to talk. I have no idea what this would be about, but I haven't seen her in six weeks, and haven't heard her voice in a month. We've traded a few e-mails, but it's forced at best. As much as I want to see her, I don't want to see her just as much. This whole thing makes no sense to me ( Read more... )

Just when things are finally starting to settle down for me, BANG: Laura e-mails me out of the blue to see how things are.

I swear, I'm going to put a fucking gun in my mouth.

Short post from the short bus: not only do I have two free tickets for the NIN/QOTSA show in Madison tomorrow night, but I also have an interview with the LCPD a week from today. Couple that in with me going to the Iowa/Michigan game next weekend, and the Lions/Vikings game (assuming the Vikes have enough players not in jail on charges of ( Read more... )

I wouldn't be entirely suprised if I just saw Laura for the last time ( Read more... )

I still recall the taste of your tears ( Read more... )

Hey, I ain't never coming home ( Read more... )

Eleven days ago, my girlfriend packed all her shit up when I was at work, and moved out. We've been together for over 2 1/2 years, without even a fight... until about a month ago ( Read more... )