Thursday, December 21, 2006

In the Garden Where Nothing Grows

If you will just have patience with me for another 7 hours, I plan a return to this version of my self. In the meantime, perhaps you can play the home version of Poor Impulse Control. Blogger is screwing me over. I have to change my names again, and since I'm just not going to tell you the name my mother growls when I show up in fishnets, I require glorious new nomenclature. What should we christen me for the foreseeable future?

If you happen to know the name on my driver license, please don't enter it into comments. It won't help, anyhow. So. What's my new name, lover?

5 Comments:

Blogger cog said...

Eliza

7:14 PM  
Blogger Tata said...

As in Doolittle? Interesting. I can shout, "MOVE YER BLOOMIN' ASS!" with impunity and wear colossal hats.

9:59 PM  
Anonymous Vicki said...

Uh, Tata, shouldn't that be arse?

2:26 PM  
Blogger Tata said...

Sure, it should be. But here in Jersey, ass is a two-syllable word, which is funny, no?

4:02 PM  
Anonymous Vicki said...

You are so right. Down here, too. I say it lack a-s, and the A rhymes with hay.

6:46 PM  

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