Date: 2007-01-06 22:56 Subject: Shifting realities... Security: Public Mood: aggravated

Something is not right.

I tried contacting an old 'friend' of mine, only to discover that no (known)records of the person exists....And the records that DO exist are beyond my current level of security clearence.....

Its very aggrivating....Said person was the only one that I feel comfortable enough to *Talk* to about things that are currently effecting my world....

...Curses! This all started when that damn cat 'visted' my front lawn the other day! I admit that I started feeling a bit strange even before that day, but after the visit from the cat everything seems to have been bent out for shape!

Like the strange need to call my aformentioned 'friend.' I haven't been incontact with the *crackpot* ever since I entered the force.......I think.......and yet....something's telling me that I had last talked to my old 'friend' earlier then that....

What's wrong with me? Everything feels so different now....I don't feel quiet as compelled to follow through proper government 'procedures,' and I sure as heck don't feel like reporting the strange floating objects I've been seeing around the base....

....Fuck it. I'm going to use my *resourses* to try and find this 'friend' so that maybe they can tell me WHAT THE HELL'S WRONG WITH ME! Grrrrrrrrr...

...Dammit! Even *Colors* seem to be different to me! What in the name of the GODS is going on...??

Date: 2006-11-24 23:11 Subject: (no subject) Security: Public Mood: aggravated

Well I'm glad being a chicken is over. After a while I was ready to shoot the first thing that moved---no questions asked.

Smith was surprisingly upset at the prospect of not being turned into an animal. He argued about wondering whether he would have been a fox or an armadillo, but I didn't bother to ask his reasons behind wanting to turn into these animals.

I would have prefered to be doing what he says is boring work. Guarding the building of a 'secret government project' is preferable to being forcibly 'placed' on sabbatical by a new-age-hippie-therapist. *Glowers*

Grrr...I wonder what it will take to get that snippy little doctor to let be back on the field team...?

Date: 2006-11-19 22:40 Subject: (no subject) Security: Public

Why oh WHY did I decide to spend my 'vacation' at the safehouse our orginazation has here at Amity park?

Its bad enough that I had to wear a Chicken costume at the office Halloween Party, but to suddenly be TURNED INTO a CHICKEN-MAN is the last straw!

I'd go out and hunt down whoever did this to me if I weren't worried at the fact that I am now a PREY animal and, I don't want to chance leaving the semi-security of the safehouse just to be EATEN by someone.

My vengence will have to wait until AFTER I turn back into a human. For now I'm going to barracade my room, and hope that someone doesn't try to come and EAT ME!

Date: 2006-11-18 00:11 Subject: (no subject) Security: Public

Halloween proved to be an interesting event for me.

I still don't know how Smith managed to convince me to wear a CHICKEN outfit to the office party. But at leat I wasn't wearing the wierdest outfit there.

...I can never unsee the image of one of my MALE superiors wearing a 'Little Bo-Peep' outfit.....-_-.

Date: 2006-10-31 16:47 Subject: (no subject) Security: Public

Normally a person in a position such as me would not even HAVE an online journal, but due to new work regulations and a...'job mishap,' I have been ADVISED to create one by the newly authorized company therapist.

I would not have followed this absurd 'suggestion,' had my superiors not informed me of the fact that if I did not follow the good doctor's wishes, I would be fired from my job.

That the company doctor would ask of me to create an online journal may seem a little...odd, but orders are orders and I now officially declare this to be my first posting.

I don't know what makes me more upset, that I lashed out at one of my co-workers for a simple RUMOR, or the fact that I have to follow the orders of a therapist who doesn't even look like he graduated from high-school, much less college.