I used to have a very good friend that had the nickname "poop"... or any variation of the words poop or poopie... poop-stache was a favorite, to describe the vague shade of brown that made up his mustache... poopie (body part) and so on and so forth - but nothing beat just plain old poop. Josh - you are poop. Hey poop - hows it going. It was mostly just fun to say poop. Do your friends call you poop, Matt? Apparently I care. I can't imagine why...
Well, I don't know if you heard the back story: I changed my name because I got super paranoid about the web and privacy. Then I realized: I don't care. I really don't. A friend of mine got fired because her myspace headline was where she worked: She just listed the bank she worked at. She got fired because of that! I think I was more mad that she didn't fight it... but still, I'm not that worried. But for a while, I was just weird. It's just a weird time for me.
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