ask around here -- they'll tell you. I was evil. In unspeakable pain
And apparently hella funny while drugged in the hospital... In all seriousness, thank you guys for helping me realize that 1) drugs are not always bad and 2) the OMGWTF crankiness, moodiness and general sucktasticness of how I have been feeling is really not because I am a bad person.
vw, I am glad you are feeling better. This was a very stressful week, try to take care of yourself (and let us take care of you) and decompress as much as possible.
I should have learned this lesson in Junior High when I went off in class about how stupid the name Eunice was in front of my teacher Mrs. Mateau while she gave me this very funny look. Mrs. Eunice Mateau as I later found out.
That's hilarious.
Once when I was sleepy, I mentioned that I really wasn't fond of the name Thomas, which is sprinkled liberally throughout all branches of my family tree (there's like, ten or eleven of them last count)... to a friend/semi-family member named Tom. Short for...
::facepalm::
Bitch. I have a cousin named Thomas. Well, technically, I only have him on the family tree. He drowned when my mother was first pregnant with me.
PS, lest any Toms feel dissed, I got over my issues (which are totally related to how freakin' many there are in my family, and shit, I was forgetting all about my cousin Tom in that count--no, really, there's a fuck of a lot of Toms), and the Chosen Boy Name that doomed us to having a girl per the ultrasound tech was Gabriel Thomas.
That's hilarious.
It was all Eunice Shriver's fault. Imagine my obnoxious 14 y.o. self saying, "Eunice! What a shriveled up old lady name. What a prune sucking name." as Mrs. Mateau's left eyebrow got higher and higher on her forehead.
Once when I was sleepy, I mentioned that I really wasn't fond of the name Thomas, which is sprinkled liberally throughout all branches of my family tree (there's like, ten or eleven of them last count)... to a friend/semi-family member named Tom. Short for...
My friend Brad came up to before Prom and said, "Did you hear about the girl in our class who did a wet t-shirt contest in Key West?" [nudge nudge wink wink]
Me: "That would be my date."
I like Eunice Shriver, but I'd never name anyone that.
I like Eunice Shriver, but I'd never name anyone that.
Mrs. Mateau (who was actually a relatively young and attractive woman) explained that it sounded prettier in her native Spanish.
Eunice is my middle name. Growing up, it embarrassed me, though I couldn't say I hated it, as it was my grandmother's name. Now I think it at least has the virtue of being distinctive, unlike Susan, which is boring, frumpy, and sounds 20 years older than I am.
Eunice is my middle name.
Sorry!
I'm never talking about names again.
I apologize to all the Eunices and Alistairs in the world.
