urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ivory_informant ivory_informant ivory_informant 2007-01-07T04:44:21Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ivory_informant:1466 2007-01-07T04:43:02Z 2007-01-07T04:44:21Z Something is not right.<br /><br />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.....<br /><br />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....<br /><br />...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 <i>cat</i> everything seems to have been bent out for shape!<br /><br />Like the strange need to call my aformentioned <i>'friend.'</i> I haven't been incontact with the *crackpot* ever since I <b>entered</b> the force.......I think.......and yet....something's telling me that I had last talked to my old 'friend' earlier then <i>that</i>....<br /><br />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....<br /><br />....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...<br /><br />...Dammit! Even *Colors* seem to be different to me! What in the name of the GODS is going on...?? urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ivory_informant:1147 2006-11-25T04:11:35Z 2006-11-25T04:11:35Z 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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />I would have prefered to be doing what <i>he</i> 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*<br /><br />Grrr...I wonder what it will take to get that snippy little <i>doctor</i> to let be back on the field team...? urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ivory_informant:828 2006-11-20T03:40:02Z 2006-11-20T03:40:02Z Why oh WHY did I decide to spend my 'vacation' at the safehouse our orginazation has here at Amity park?<br /><br />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!<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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! urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ivory_informant:556 2006-11-18T05:11:35Z 2006-11-18T05:13:38Z Halloween proved to be an interesting event for me.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />...I can never unsee the image of one of my MALE superiors wearing a 'Little Bo-Peep' outfit.....-_-. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ivory_informant:448 2006-10-31T16:54:16Z 2006-10-31T16:54:16Z 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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.