Kloey's blog: "Memoirs of a Bored Kloey."

Okay! Ol' Maebeuelah didn't take my money. Her granddaughter did. It's okay, though. I relayed the information I gleaned by utilizing my super investigative powers to one of my officers. He decided to take it up as a personal mission to get her, as she already had a warrant out for her arrest. She's currently enjoying the hospitality of our jail. Moving on. My doctor's appointment didn't go so swell. He decided to stab me and steal my blood so he could check it. The good news is that I'm not diabetic, I don't suffer from hypertension/high blood pressure, and my cholesterol is good. The bad news? Well, my thyroid gland isn't functioning properly and if we don't fix it now, bad things will happen. I will gain massive amounts of weight. I'll become even more forgetful. I will battle depression. My skin will dry out. My hair will become brittle and dry. There's quite a bit more, but I don't really feel like dwelling on all the icky stuff that could happen. Being that I always feel more in control when I have a plan, I did a bit of research on the matter. I've compiled a list of things to discuss with my doctor. I'd like to see if my ideas will be feasible and beneficial. I figure if we start working on it now, we can head it off before it becomes a problem.

Boys are a tiresome lot. Seriously. Just thought I'd let you all know that. Moving on, I'm somewhat bored tonight and to be honest, I don't feel like dealing with people. Genuine people, perhaps, but not so much the people who make me feel as if I'm a "reserve" friend. You know, a filler, so to speak... I tend to respect honesty and gumption moreso than sickly sweet words and subtle attempts to whitewash a black wall. Just be honest in your response/approach. Even if it doesn't come to fruition in a conventional sense, it will at least bear the fruit of respect. And while I'm on this subject, I might as well get some other garbage off my chest. Stop lumping me in with every other stupid female of your acquaintance. I understand that whoever she is, she did something stupid and she may have injured your pride and/or your feelings. I'm truly sorry that she treated you in such a fashion, but how dare you judge me according to the merit of another? Her conduct does not dictate my conduct. In addition to that, I don't think it's cute when boys squabble over some silly romantic maggot which has infested their previously sane minds. I don't enjoy it. I don't take pride in it. It annoys me. I enjoy romance, no doubt, but that is clearly anything but romance. I like men, but slinging insults does not a man make... I may like you, but I like myself enough to tell you that your opinion, which is needlessly and unjustifiably low, just doesn't work for me. On that note, I hope you all have a glorious day/evening/night.

Wow. Can you believe that I've become the object of identity theft? The mind boggles. Who in their right mind would want to assume my identity? Financially, I can understand, as they seem to enjoy spending my money moreso than their own. Anyway, I'm not in the mood to be sociable at this moment. I will blog at a later date.

Dead people are getting easier to deal with, but today, I had a call regarding sexual offenses of a particularly sadistic nature of a young girl. I felt extremely awful as I basically forced the girl's mother to explain the situation. My stomach churned. Inexplicable rage bubbled within me. A terrible thing, caring for the welfare of people you don't know... I'll finish this later, but take a quick note: if you have children, be involved in their lives. If you don't have children, don't "have sex" with other people's minor children.

Holy wow. I've been attacked by some type of mutated ant. The secret of the ooze has nothing on these guys! My foot is actually aching and we all know how I cry like a baby when my feet are involved... My poor little foot aside, there's a bit of garbage going on at the Sheriff's office, what with the supervisor being replaced and all. Being that I'm the "new" girl, someone thought it'd be really cool to suggest that I have my shift changed so they don't have to...

So, my friend and I were talking about crushes and the like and it made me think. I don't want a mere crush. I want romance and reality to coincide. I want a lover.

Kitten! He called me "Kitten!"

I am wretchedly confused and feeling more than a bit vulnerable. Dumb, too. I do not wish to go into detail, but suffice it to say that I've managed to prick a hole in my balloon and the air is slowly, but surely seeping out.