| "They call me Mellow Yellow..." |
| Seriously Gay |
| Monday, 12 June 2006 23:59 |
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For as long as I can remember, I’ve given nicknames to people who I would otherwise forget. A girl in high school whose last name seemed unpronounceable became known as “Cowabunga” and groups of super-nerdy boys were part of the “Sterling Fan Club.” If you were to browse through the contacts in my phone, you’d find aliases like “Malcom Chad”, “Vintage Ben”, “Green Hat” and “Hawt Scott”. The other day, Brant wondered whether or not other groups of people were creating nicknames and I suggested that I thought some people did. My suspicion was confirmed when I read Meg’s latest Blog post when she referred to someone as “The Nose.” After I read “’The Nose” out loud, I raised an eyebrow and considered what my nickname would be. I also looked into the corner of the room and put a finger on my chin. When the “I Hate Ken Club” was active in Provo, I’m sure they had several. “Crazy Ken” comes to mind. But before anyone makes their own nicknames for me, consider using the following: “Horse Face”, “Snapshots”, “Crooked Teeth”, “Hunchback of Salt Lake City”, “Bipolar Ken”, “Sweet Transvestite.” Any of those will do.
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