The last time I thought about starting a tinyletter, I stopped because I couldn't come up with a name. When I had a blog the url was fishunderwater, even though I called the blog "surplus" (as in, a place for my surplus thoughts, though I always felt self-conscious about it as a chunky girl), and I have no idea where that thing about fish came from. I don't have a great track record with titles and usernames. For years my email address was djpopeurban at yahoo, because my friend James and I got loopy one night in college while we were running a shift dispatching the campus shuttles. In high school my AOL screenname was RiottAngel, with two t's as if nothing was already embarrassing enough. I loved Rancid and one Suicide Machines album, is where that came from. And I guess RiotAngel with one t was taken. In the random AOL message board where I hung out, I acquired the nickname "Rio," as if that's what it meant, which I loved. To be given a nickname by internet strangers.
Names are impossible
Names are impossible
Names are impossible
The last time I thought about starting a tinyletter, I stopped because I couldn't come up with a name. When I had a blog the url was fishunderwater, even though I called the blog "surplus" (as in, a place for my surplus thoughts, though I always felt self-conscious about it as a chunky girl), and I have no idea where that thing about fish came from. I don't have a great track record with titles and usernames. For years my email address was djpopeurban at yahoo, because my friend James and I got loopy one night in college while we were running a shift dispatching the campus shuttles. In high school my AOL screenname was RiottAngel, with two t's as if nothing was already embarrassing enough. I loved Rancid and one Suicide Machines album, is where that came from. And I guess RiotAngel with one t was taken. In the random AOL message board where I hung out, I acquired the nickname "Rio," as if that's what it meant, which I loved. To be given a nickname by internet strangers.