OOC: -flips a table-
That rage-inducing moment when you’re almost done with your history paper.
Then you get an e-mail at 7:30 PM from your professor telling you “Oh yeah, by the way, I’m requiring a database article for your papers” …
… and your internet decides it wants to be a bitch and stop working every five minutes.

Parker’s indisposed right now.
Aren’t they always?
Tempting, but no, thanks.
Go annoy Parker. I’m sure he’d actually enjoy it.
Heh, that sounds like you.
Bite me.
Didn’t want to cut your hair, huh?
Try disobeying direct orders and running away to leave my partner to fend for himself. Not my best moment.
The hair came after.
Somehow, I find myself missing the Newark Police Academy.
I guess it was Kennedy’s talking about being a rookie cop and now I’m feeling like reminiscing… even though they kicked my ass out for good reason.
Hmph. I just figured you’d hire someone else to do it for you.
Doing it myself saves money.
You set your standards much too high.
My standards aren’t that high. Have you ever had to remove wallpaper? It’s a pain.
I always want to RP with everyone, I really do, but they all seem so good and I don’t want to bother them so I just stalk them silently and hope they notice I followed them. Otherwise I won’t talk to them and if they forget I exist in a thread I’ll go ‘okay, more confirmation that I suck then’.
OOC: I’m a really shy person, and it’s hard to start a conversation with the really amazing RPers I know so I just wimp out and go do my own thing. Hell, I do this with my friends who RP.
{{ That happened to me last semester. ALL OF MY RUSSIAN RAGE. }}
OOC: I suppose it’s for the best. I don’t think a lot of people are going to be going to class today anyway.
