Wednesday, June 25, 2008

I don't know what's in it...

I read Gone With the Wind in the sixth grade. Immediately following, I demanded everyone call me Scarlett. They did, for a year.

I just remembered that today. And, now that I think about it, Scarlett O'hara was a spoiled-ahem-bitch who couldn't accomplish anything honestly or by herself. She was manipulative, reckless, and selfish.

All in all, not a very good rolemodel for an eleven year old.

These days, I answer to a nickname I did not give myself. It isn't my favorite, and was awarded to me by an ex boyfriend a few months ago. It stuck, and now it seems that most people I care about know me by that name... Everytime I hear it, it reminds me of him.

It's annoying.

Question is: How do I make it go away?

2 comments:

Michael said...

Answer: Shit your pants at work.

Michael said...

Oh and I better fucking see you later tonight!