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WAH. [31 Mar 2004|09:56pm]
[ mood | sad ]

Today I am sad.

Somebody make me feel better. ;_;

What happened to everyone? They're all busy, busy, busy. Compy hasn't been home in days. Don't know where he has buggered off to. Probably don't want to know. Eiri Berry is busy with Shindou-san. No, not in that way. Jason is just ... Who cares about Jason. Star locked herself in her apartment and is working on a new novel. Junea is ... *shudders* We won't go there. Freshia is somewhere. I don't know where. I almost asked Mark out for lunch. That's how bad it is! Maybe I'll see if I can find Bob ... BOB, BOB, BOB, BOB.

Oh, brother. Where art thou?

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It's not unuuusuuuaaalll ... [15 Mar 2004|05:44am]
[ mood | awake ]

WHY AM I THE ONLY FREAKING PERSON WHO HAS BUMGINITY LISTED AS A LJ INTEREST?

What kind of a sick world are we living in, anyway?

*SULKAGE*

It's been days since I've seen Eiri. *cough choke sputter* Can't go on like this much longer. Must visit him later. Must bring ... munchings and crunchings. And something to help him sleep. MUA HA HA HA. Might make the ceiling work, too. *cough*

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OHOHOHOH. [03 Mar 2004|11:40am]
[ mood | giddy ]

I have never had so much fun in my entire life.

EVER.

I have also come to realise that, mellow him out enough, and Eiri is like ... the COOLEST person in the whole wide world.

EVER.

I mean, he's always cool, but last night he was UBER, UBER COOL.

HE WAS MAKING CHICKEN NOISES WITH GOD'S TURNTABLES.

CHICKEN NOISES.

He thinks he's like fucking Kid Koala or something.

We were all calling him "mellow yellow" by the end of the night, which works WELL, given his hair colour and all. Plus ... Gods ... the mellowness .... IT OVERWHELMED. Though he had sufficient assistance in that department. Everyone fussed all over him like the icon he is and he was way too out of it to do anything but enjoy each and every moment of it. IT WAS HOT. IT WAS SEXY. IT WAS SO MUCH FUN!

He made me laugh so many time. I don't think he even really meant to do it. But he did. Everyone was careful not to mention anything that might bring him down, because we didn't want that. At all. The whole idea was just for him to relax and let off a little steam, which I think it's fairly safe to say, he did. He carried a little notebook around with him all night that he kept writing the most random weird shit in. Stuff that, I'm sure, didn't make sense to anyone but him, and we were all still clamoring to read it. It was utterly brilliant. Even if it did consist almost entirely of stuff like:

"What the hell are you doing?"

"I'm sucking my energy back in."


And my favourite:


He complained that he was often hungry when he awoke in the morning. I told him to surround himself with grains of rice before he slept, guaranteeing him that he'd inhale them in his sleep, and they would cook in his stomach, alleviating his appetite.


HAHAHAHA. WTF ...

I don't even want to know.

Actually, I do.

I don't know what time he fell asleep, but it was probably shortly after 6. (am) After C/R, anyway, I remember that much, because him and I started doing these really fucking weird hand signals to each other that didn't really mean shit. I think we were trying to get the prominent notes in the song (you know the ones) to correspond with their like ... do-re-me-fa-so type ... hand ... thing... only we couldn't remember them. And we just kept doing the same ones over and over again. Then we looked around and saw that EVERYONE else was doing it. We died laughing and laid in the middle of the floor, still with the hand signals, sort of moving to the music in strange ways, given the fact that we WERE lying down, and OH GOD. There's no way to describe it.

He was sprawled out (passed out) on his stomach on one of the upper floor couch/bed/hybrid thingiess when the amount of ... stuff ... in his bloodstream finally got to him. Star sat beside him, just idly stroking his hair, because she's strange like that. and Doctor Demora came along to check his pulse (like we'd fucking killed him, or something). We assured him that he was fine and finally got her to leave him the hell alone by promising that we'd try to talk him into coming to see her sometime this week. I can't blame him for not wanting to see her. Who the fuck wants to talk about their problems, anyway?

Comp, Jase, and I put ourselves to use by helping the janitorial staff clean-up, and the comedy that ensued from that alone was priceless in itself.

"I'M A CUSTODIAN, DICK."

I never wanted it to end.

At least .. .THERE'S ALWAYS TOMORROW.

Sweet love. Sweet, sweet love.

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Hmmm... AN ENIGMA. [17 Feb 2004|07:00am]
[ mood | worried ]

I'm broke but I'm happy.
I'm poor but I'm kind.
I'm short but I'm healthy, yeah.
I'm high but I'm grounded.
I'm sane but I'm overwhelmed.
I'm lost but I'm hopeful baby .
What it all comes down to
Is that everything's gonna be fine fine fine.
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving a high five.
I feel drunk but I'm sober.
I'm young and I'm underpaid.
I'm tired but I'm working, yeah.
I care but I'm restless.
I'm here but I'm really gone.
I'm wrong and I'm sorry baby.

What it all comes down to
Is that everything's gonna be quite alright.
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is flicking a cigarette.
And what it all comes down to
Is that I haven't got it all figured out just yet.
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving the peace sign.
I'm free but I'm focused.
I'm green but I'm wise.
I'm hard but I'm friendly baby.
I'm sad but I'm laughing.
I'm brave but I'm chickenshit.
I'm sick but I'm pretty baby.

And what it all boils down to
Is that no one's really got it figured out just yet.
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is playing the piano.
And what it all comes down to my friends
Is that everything's just fine fine fine.
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is hailing a taxi cab.


Why does it seem to me like all hell is breaking loose?

Maybe it's because it is.

Maybe Earth is being sucked into a wandering vortex of ... hell.

THAT'S IT.

I'VE SOLVED THE MYSTERY.


Next challenge, please.

<3 Eiri.

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BOOYAKA! [23 Jan 2004|12:40pm]
I return! Retuuuurrrrrrn of the maaaaaack. I'm baaaaaack. Bet you missed me, didn't you? You don't have to say it. I understand completely. I am, however, accepting gifts to welcome my return. Feel free! I won't hold it against you.

I am SO sun-tanned! Egypt is hotter than hell, I'm telling you. AND THERE'S LOTS OF BUGS. I was afraid. compsognathus almot got eaten by a crocodile. It was funny. Bleh. I wish I could divulge more information about all the placed I've been and all the people things I've done, but, damn.... My lips are sealed.

WAAAIIII! I missed you guys. I didn't have one stimulating converstation while I was away. icy_yuki_eiri, we must amalgamate. Oh, yes. We must. And I heeaaarrrrr God on the phoooone. God taaaaallllkin'. Do you remember that, boyo? Of course you do. Though... I wouldn't hold it against you if you didn't. @___@ Dude. My foot. It itches.

I think I have fleas. Or sand mites. OR SOMETHING.

Must... infest people.

<333333333333333333333333
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SDfadf. [19 Oct 2003|04:45pm]
[ mood | indescribable ]

It seems so far to go
It took so long to get here
Now I’m saying things I swore I’d never say
And I’m afraid again

I thought I had it in me
I used to be so sure
There I was stronger than ever
And here I am blaming the hurt

And if I fall, I will find a way back to my hands
I’m the only one who can help me find my feet again

Sweet little fighter
Sweet little scar
Sweet little fire
In my heart

It seems so easy now
Everything I dreamed about when I was a child
It looks like a good thing’s here
And I think I’ll stay for a while

And if I fall, I will find a way back to my hands
I’m the only one who can help me find my feet again

You came in screaming
And never stopped to listen to your one and only prayer
A place for you somewhere

Sweet little fighter
Sweet little scar
Sweet little fire
In my heart

And if I fall, I will find a way back to my hands
I’m the only one who can help me find my feet again
And if I fall, I will find a way back to my hands
I’m the only one who can help me find my feet again
And if I fall, I will find a way back to my hands
I’m the only one who can help me find my feet again



The gallery was... interesting. Yup. Interesting. Blah. You know how these things go. You show your ass up. You look at all the paintings and pretend like you know all that there is to know about the world art, and that your opinion actually matters, that declaring something beautiful, or ugly, or terribly inventive, will somehow change its fate.

Wail.

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God is a DJ. [15 Oct 2003|12:27pm]
[ mood | high ]

No. Music.


Ughhhhhh. Uhhhhhhh. Ummmmmmm. *headscratch* I'm still trying to piece together what happened last night. *slumps*

Gee. This is awfully hard. My brainnnnnn. It hurts. Anyway... Eiri arrived and compsognathus and I spoke with him for a bit, then hachimenreirou arrived to pick us up, because we weren't about to drive over there, being as we wouldn't in any condition to drive back. Hell, even before Jason got here we were rather... Enlightened. Yes. That's it. Enlightenment is where it's at, baby. Where it's at. Where it's at. Which is why we were going to the Temple... Hahaha. SO. WE WENT. Eiri sat up front with Jase and Compy and I sat in the back. The two of them were talking at length about something I could have cared less about and Compy and I had our noses pressed against the glass, making faces at everyone we drove past.

Jase is such a careful driver. It damn near took us 2 hours to get there. Plus he kept making all these WRONG TURNS everytime he'd seen a building or something that caught his interest. We'd just HAVE to drive by it to admire it. Not that there was anything WORTHY of admiring, but hey, I'm not going to burst his little bubble.

He did make us listen to crazy-ass French catwalk techno, though. I have yet to decide whether that's forgiveable or not. It did, however, lead to Jason and Eiri talking about how fashion shows are a breeding ground for bad music, which, apparently, needs to stop. Who would have guessed.

I'm not sure which song they were playing when we finally got through the door, but it RULED as ALWAYS. We moved over to the bar and all kinds of people started buying us drinks, which we... drank. Fastly. Jase had a glass of champagne and that was all, but we drank... lots. And then we drank some more. People kept buying us more and more. Eventually we made it up to... the third floor, I think it was. Where we just chilled out and, uh, enlightened ourselves further, which made us EXTREMELY lazy, so we laid there giggling and talking for the rest of the night while Jason mingled.

Eiri kept snapping at us so Bo and I lectured him about being ANAL, which he is, and I think by like 2AM or so he just finally... let go. Which was good. Because then things started getting really crayzee. We finished up by 6 (after Cowgirl, of course) and were back home by 7, but none of us were in the mood to sleep, so we ate some... stuff... And enlightened ourselves even MORE. We're so... devout. Oh, yes. Jason went home, and Compy, Eiri and I had ourselves A GRAND adventure. I can't really remember what it was about. I do remember laughing my ass off, though. I laughed so hard I thought I was going to puke and die. We all did. At one point I think we even forgot what we were laughing at, and that made it all the much funnier. I don't think it was like the time we went on safari, but I would imagine that it was sort of like that.

That went on for like 4 hours, then we all fell asleep, and now I'm awake, because I have work to do.

How's THAT for dedication?

I still feel... yeah.

This should be... interesting.

We ALL have to go HERE on the 18th. It's the grand opening! And since I think Jason has to be there the rest of us had might as well show up anyway. That way, at least, we can experience it for ourselves, rather than having to HEAR about it for WEEKS on END. Eiri, Junea, Star, Compy, this includes you. It's right beside Roppongi Hills, which is, like, sooooo cool. The opening expo is titled Happiness: A Survival Guide for Art and Life. Rule.

I love this city.

I do not love work.

ESPECIALLY WHEN I'M #%*@!$.

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[14 Oct 2003|03:08am]
[ mood | chipper ]

I took my baby
On a saturday bang
Boy is that girl with you
Yes we’re one and the same

Now I believe in miracles
And a miracle
Has happened tonight

But, if
You’re thinkin’
About my baby
It don’t matter if you’re
Black or white

They print my message
In the saturday sun
I had to tell them
I ain’t second to none

And I told about equality
An it’s true
Either you’re wrong
Or you’re right

But, if
You’re thinkin’
About my baby
It don’t matter if you’re
Black or white

I am tired of this devil
I am tired of this stuff
I am tired of this business
So when the
Going gets rough
I ain’t scared of
Your brother
I ain’t scared of no sheets
I ain’t scare of nobody
Girl when the
Goin’ gets mean

Protection
For gangs, clubs
And nations
Causing grief in
Human relations
It’s a turf war
On a global scale
I’d rather hear both sides
Of the tale
See, it’s not about races
Just places
Faces
Where your blood
Comes from
Is where your space is
I’ve seen the bright
Get duller
I’m not going to spend
My life being a color

Don’t tell me you agree with me
When I saw you kicking dirt in my eye

But, if
You’re thinkin’ about my baby
It don’t matter if you’re black or white

I said if
You’re thinkin’ of
Being my baby
It don’t matter if you’re black or white

I said if
You’re thinkin’ of
Being my brother
It don’t matter if you’re
Black or white

Ooh, ooh
Yea, yea, yea now
Ooh, ooh
Yea, yea, yea now

It’s black, it’s white
It’s tough for you
To get by
It’s black , it’s white, whoo

It’s black, it’s white
It’s tough for you
To get by
It’s black , it’s white, whoo



I'm posting this because it's ALL I've been hearing for the last fucking HOUR AND A HALF. *screams* compsognathus, I think I HATE you. YOU AND YOUR STUPID-ASS MUSIC. *huffs*

Thank GOD Eiri's coming back. That's ALL I have to say. The SOONER the BETTER. *wail* I can't take it anymore! I just can't take it! I'm going to go sleep in hachimenreirou's bathtub.

BYE.

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DF [12 Oct 2003|09:26pm]
[ mood | awake ]


Imagine there's no heaven,
It's easy if you try,
No hell below us,
Above us only sky,
Imagine all the people
living for today...

Imagine there's no countries,
It isn't hard to do,
Nothing to kill or die for,
No religion too,
Imagine all the people
living life in peace...

Imagine no possesions,
I wonder if you can,
No need for greed or hunger,
A brotherhood of man,
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...

You may say I'm a dreamer,
but I'm not the only one,
I hope some day you'll join us,
And the world will live as one.



*flashes peace sign* PEACE. Ahhhhhh. I need a cheeseburger. With special sauce. And a pickle. Yeaaahhhh. A big pickle. Mmmmmm.

Everyone is like asleep or something. What the shit is up with that? WAKE-UP! IT'S NOT EVEN BED TIME, YET.

Lazy bums.

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~! [10 Oct 2003|05:18am]
[ mood | nostalgic ]

So I always get lethargic with that song
But in my room its forced
It has to be in some car across the street
And I always catch the back of your head in the crowd
Don't turn around its never you
And you ruin those memories
And those photos are great
If I catch them with the sun in my eye
But if I stare
Just turns into you and me
We’re just standing there

And now its over
Would you hear me
Scream at the top of my lungs
And when you go there
Would you hear me
Scream at the top of my lungs

So I always fool my friends
And we head down there
They think that we are rude
We just drove by your old house
And you weren't there
And I'm always great
When I'm with your buds
And they lie
They think that I'm just fine
Its always been that way
Just a pocketbook brando

And when you hold him
Would you hear me
Scream at the top of my lungs
You love my whisper
But did you hear me
Scream at the top of my lungs

So you crank that song
And it might sound doomed
So just leave the room
While l sit and stare
Cause this is a rare
I really love that tune
Man I love that song
I really love that song
I love that song

So when you go
Would you hear me
Scream at the top of my lungs
And when your hated
Would you hear me
Scream at the top of my lungs

So you crank that song
And it might sound doomed
So just leave the room
While I sit and stare
Cause they thats rare
I really love that tune
Man I love that song
I love that song



I love that song! *_* Hmnnnnn... SO BORED. SOMEONE PLZ CUM SAVE MEH. Compy is NO fun. All he does is sit there and study these... maps. I don't even know what the fuck they are. I'm afraid to ask. Junea is working. Compy is working. Star is working. Eiri is... not here. Everyone is gone or busy. I'm all alone. ;_; I could... work. But that would involve... working. Therefore... no. I'd rather sit here and complain. I think the pink is coming out of my hair, which is even worse. Now it's more green than pink. @______________@

Space lord mother, mother. UH HUH.

Save me.


[OUT OF CHARACTERNESS: HAPPY BIRTHDAY KALE! WAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII! I HOPE YOU FEEL BETTER, TOO! WAIIIIIIII! BIRTHDAY, BIRTHDAY! HAPPY, HAPPY FUN! I HOPE YOU GET WHAT YOU WANT. WHATEVER THAT MAY BEEEEEE! ^___________________^ <3]

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Wocka! [08 Oct 2003|07:27pm]
[ mood | bouncy ]

I jumped in the river, what did I see?
Black-eyed angels swam with me
A moon full of stars and astral cars
All the things I used to see
All my lovers were there with me
All my past and futures
And we all went to heaven in a little row boat
There was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt

I jumped into the river
Black-eyed angels swam with me
A moon full of stars and astral cars
And all the things I used to see
All my lovers were there with me
All my past and futures
And we all went to heaven in a little row boat
There was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt



OMGWTF DIS SONG IZ KEWLIES!!!!11 I remember Eiri and I both listened to it once and we were both like "Yeah..." It was great! Then we listened to it over, and over, and over again, and little by little we started to get reaalllyyyyy depressed and Junea had to come save us from ourselves. That was great too.

Everybody needs a shrink.

Oh my GOD! ... I don't know why I said that. I just did. Preetttyyy neat, ne? It's amazing how stuff just comes flying out sometimes. It's like WOAH. Over there. Then WOAH. Over here. Then OH GOODNESS, What's THAT now? What's THIS? What's? Ahhhh... Pink snowflakes! Pink, pink, pink! All around me!

THE JOURNAL GOES POST, POST, POST.

I can't stop saying that.

God, I amuse myself.

Mission is coming along sort of great. Sort of not so great. Eh... IT'LL BE OKAY. YES, YES. IT WILL.

WAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII! liquidtime is my new bestest buddy in all the world.

I didn't shave off Compy's hair after all, because I decided that I didn't want him to spend the rest of our time here trying to get even with me. *shudders* That's a scary thought. We were listening to ye old 'Song of Life' again yesterday and deemed:

"This song is fucking impossible to dance to, man."

We laughed at that for about an hour. But it's SO true! You just... can't! No matter how hard you try! You can't! Soooooo, we need Eiri to figure it out for us, because everyone knows that boy's sense of rhythm is *coughs* ... Well, superior to most. *nods furiously* You know what they say about... Oh, forget it. I'm not going to go there. BUT YES. EIRI. WE NEED YOUR HELP.

Wail.

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Eerk. [06 Oct 2003|10:16pm]
[ mood | amused ]

Out here in the fields
I fought for my meals
I got my back into my living
I don't need to fight
To prove I'm right
I don't need to be forgiven

Don't cry
Don't raise your eye
It's only teenage wasteland

Sally, take my hand
Travel south cross land
Put out the fire
And don't look past my shoulder
The exodus is here
The happy ones are near
Let's get together
Before we get much older

Teenage wasteland
It's only teenage wasteland
Teenage wasteland
Oh, yeah
It's only teenage wasteland
They're all wasted!



I think this song is fucking BRILLIANT. And that's all there really is to it.

Today was not a very good day. I won't go into specifics. x______________X

I want Eiri to come back. ;_; I tried reaching his cell but he's not answering. I doubt the thing is even turned on.

Woe is me.

That's IT. Compy is snoring again. I'm going to go shave his head. *cackles insanely* Who needs dreadlocks, anyway.

Soooooooooooo bored! @__________@ I'm tempted to go out by my damn self. But where's the fun in that?

Hnnnnnnnnnn.

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Booyaka! [05 Oct 2003|10:28am]
[ mood | excited ]

And it feels right this time
On this crash course we’re in the big time
Pay no mind to the distant thunder
Beauty fills his head with wonder, boy....

Says it feels right this time
Turn around, found new high lights
Good day to be alive sir
Good day to be alive, he said.....

Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel
Is just a freight train coming your way
Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel
Is just the freight train coming your way

Don’t it feel right like this
All the pieces fall to his wish
Suck up for that quick reward boy
Suck up for that quick reward they said.....

Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel
Is just a freight train coming your way
Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel
Is just the freight train coming your way......
It’s coming your way
It’s coming your way......
Here comes

Yeah, then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel
Is just a freight train coming your way.... yeah...



I. Cannot. Stop. Listening. To. This. Song. WAIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!! At least it's not like... One of those reaalllyyyy stupid songs that are just SO stupid that you can't stop listening to them. Like the hampster dance! *giggles* I do love that song! Even though it's stupid. It's like... so stupid that it's good. YEAH. STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT.

WAIL. I called Eiri-san this morning because I wanted him to come out tonight with Compy and Sakuma-san and I because we're ALL going You-Know-Where and it's going to be the shhhhiiiitttt, but noooooooooooooo. He's all like "I'm busy, yo." Not in those exact words, of course. BUT STILL. NOW I'M MAD. *huffs* NO WARNING. NO NOTE. CAR GONE. *flails in exasperation* You'll get yours, Yuki Eiri. Just you wait. This is a crime of pig-tail worthy proportions! And you're sooooooo cute like that, besides. *gigglefits* I wonder how he's doing with Dokudokushii. I was too busy pretending to be infuriated to bother inquiring. THAT SNAKE IS ONE MEAN ASS MOTHERFUCKER! I'm glad he's being given the opportunity to recover, though. The snake fights just wouldn't be the same without him. I remember (surprisingly, given multiple factors XD) the time when Dokudokushii was tearing the throat of this big scary red-looking snake, I don't even know what kind it was, the way they've engineered these things, they're so genetically distanced from the originals... Anyway, he just stopped attacking when Eiri came over. Froze entirely. Then, all of a sudden, he LUNGED at Eiri's head! It missed him by a few inches and smacked into the railing. Everyone was totally silent until Compy said, "Well, shit." I started killing myself laughing! Eiri just stood there looking paler than usual, then he turned around, and when Compy asked him where he was going he said "To forget that just happened." *rolls hysterically*

I think we drank his blood once, too. @_____@ Dokudokushii, that is. Not Eiri. *GIGGLES* That's why Junea told Eiri when she found out that he got bit when changing Dokudokushii's dressings that, "Now you're even." She's so... therapuetic. Bwahahah. It was mixed in vodka, if I remember correctly. It tasted really... weird. But who are we to restrict ourselves? :3 In fact... IT RULED. Too bad we can't go tonight. It won't be the same without Eiri. There won't be anyone else to make chicken noises with the turntables and get really *coughs*... have totally bizarre discussions with people... *nods*

What else... Ummm... COMPY WAS SNORING LAST NIGHT. IT WAS LOUD. ;_; And he keeps complaining about being straight. Like it's my fault or something. *sighs* Exhausting, is what he is.

I have a hickey on my chest. *giggles*

BYE!

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