signs of the times
After a relatively annoying and rather unfortunate occurrence, I was left a defenseless naive teen in the middle of the dense farmlands of Ireland, where I now live being raised by none other than a group of leprechauns. These generous leprechauns helped me expand my knowledge and taught me how to construct houses with shamrocks and pots of gold.
Wandering around one afternoon, I suddenly found myself in the cosmopolitan city of Dublin, where I was captured, dissected, probed and curiously poked around by a bunch of so-called scientists called Dubliners. After some excessive prodding into strange orifices, I was released back into the farmlands, where, after a brief stint of following a rather attractive male leprechaun, I found myself in a stale and static suburban community called Tallaght. Forced to speak English on a daily basis and stand on my hind legs, I am now suffering from boredom and stagnation!
- journal entry, circa 2007
