Exploits of a City Dweller

About a decade ago, an unseasoned 17-year-old packed her stuff and bid her sleepy rural existence farewell. And then it started…

Post Script: As a rule, I try to avoid the commonplace like I would a plague. So you will be spared a prosaic biodata-like description of my life (Remember when we were kids, we would fill out each other’s [autograph] notebooks…What is your name…When is your birthday…What are your hobbies…Who is your crush…To which we would collectively respond Secret!).

And seeing as I am a walking, breathing oxymoron, the long list of contradictions that will have to be enumerated will not fit this page. Although I have posted an attempt to explain myself under The Inkblot Experiment page.

The Sudden Migration: It has been suggested several times over to get a more decent site to contain my prose. It took an unexpected and rather begrudged absence from work to finally get it done. A big HURRAH! to the cosmic forces that took my alarm clock on a sabbatical.

This was migrated from it’s original source in Friendster (what was I thinking?!) on April fool’s day, 2008.

Contact Information: In case you don’t find my profile, feel free to shoot me an email at eilishmoon@gmail.com for any violent reactions that you refuse to post as a comment.  I’m pretty open to opinions. Of course, if you’re one of those people who likes hurling insults for no particular reason, I’ll hunt you down. Just kidding…No wait…Am I?….Ermmmm….Nope…I’m not…Yep…Yes…YES… I will hunt you down.