There is a television station in San Francisco that ran a story on Bubb Rubb and Lil Sis, a couple out of Oakland, California that have made history and given light to a trend that...well, you just have to see for yourself.
Click Here, then click on the middle left side of the screen under "Watch the video that started it all." Trust me...you have to see it.
Seen it? Good.
I just wanted you all to know that in this time of extreme tragedy in the south, we Californians know how to kick it up a notch and make a difference. I am personally spearheading an effort to get some Woooo Wooooo! welded on to the exhaust of our fleet of county cars.
I did an interview with a client on a possession case this afternoon who just didn't give a rat's ass about his upcoming trial (for once a possible winner). His witnesses are his family members and friends...none of which have bothered to answer the door or pick up the phone when I call at all hours of the night. It's killin me. My attorney thinks I'm getting frustrated and she's right.
It's just been a rough day all around I guess. I had a great weekend, and my Monday started off great but work today was tough and I've got about 45-50 ongoing investigations that I'm trying to balance. One of the grizzled veterans in our office insists this is the busiest our office has ever been...I haven't been here very long but I'd tend to agree.
Also...this thing about trying to have a relationship with the most unavailable woman in the world is beginning to wear on me. (I can hear you all closing your browser windows now but I gotta vent)
I know I care about her and love her. She's a person that has changed my life and the way I look at almost everything. She's this fantastic person that I want to introduce to my family and friends but I can't. I can't really say anything to anyone. No, she's not married, but she and I are in a position where we can't date. Maybe some far off day it will be possible but not now. When I'm with her, I'm the happiest I've ever been and the most miserable at the same time. It sucks. Is this love?
I'm still trying to think of a way to explain the situation without giving myself away. Sorry for the usual ambiguity. I'm tired and I need to hit the sack I've got a set of surprise interviews I'm doing on my murder case tomorrow morning on witnesses that I know will be home. I'm hoping they talk to me and I need to be as charming as possible.
G'Night or G'Morning...whenever you read this.