leftunspoken's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hi. My name is... I will answer to almost anything. It's pathetic really. Blame it on poor self-esteem, identity issues, a smart-ass father, or being the youngest child of seven and a twin. (Meaning our mother rarely yelled the correct name at any of us.) These are a few of the names (none actually being mine and some in Spanish) I will respond to when spoken by people I do or don't know: baby, knuckle-head, honey, erin, "little baby cotten-toes", twins, linda, cuata, g�era, rubber-girl, woman, pshaw, pretty-girl, dumb-ass, hush, sha-sha, amani, muffin, snow-girl, & tattoo-barbie Don't ask. Ok, just one. Muffin was the name of the Boston Terrier my mother had when I was a little girl. My actual first name starts with an M. Guess how often my Mom slipped. And yes, I'm serious. If I were in a crowded room, and you walked in and yelled "dumb-ass", I would turn around. Although, at least I've taught myself not to say "Yes?". 10:39 a.m. - December 09, 2002 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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