disdain

i had a fabulous day at work. it's been six months, i was quite over due for a fabulous day. don't get me wrong, i still hate my job.
i arrested this crack headed mother-fucker who i've been steaking out for two weeks, and it felt fucking great.
the dissemination of such information is astoundingly rapid. i was quite surprised. but fuck, that's cool with me, because after the asshole was processed and outta my hair, i was hot shit for the rest of the day. f'reals. i couldn't do anything without somebody asking if i really slammed him into a fence, or congratulating me. quite nice. yes, quite nice. there were people knocking on my office door all day just to tell me how rad i am.
can't beat that!
and remember kids, just because she doesn't look like she carries cuffs, doesn't mean she don't!