Oh God! Another reason why I would never be able to have a child: choosing a name! What a fucking ton of pressure to commit to a name!! This is what this person will be known as for the rest of his/her life!
This realization dawned upon me while trying to help a friend choose a stage/band name for his 80s-inspired synth-industrial/garage step band.
Delorean Grey is the genius name that he came up with, but it turns out, to his heartbroken dismay, to be taken by another band.
I realized that nothing I come up with could be as cool as that, but even if it were that cool and I was naming my own band... I would NEVER be able to name my band!!! So much commitment!! Even if its awesome!
In other news, I had a dream about a little rhinoceros the size of a rat being sold at a pet store.
I was with papa, mesu, and deda, on our way to NCF where my SCF security job said they could hive me hours 3:45-5, and my USF professor was waiting to give me my internship.
The pet store was the samr unethical pet store from my other dream, although they no longer had the depressed monkey and the tightly confined cheeta kitten.
I also owed Jake $70
Pet store guy was a sleezy Christian who used his religion as a veil for his crooked, unethical business practices.
Ok. Back to sleep. Good night:
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