Thanks to
Harry for this link. A bit concerned that a machine knows so much about me from just my name (and half of it isn't mine anyway - it's my husband's, but then in marriage we do become one and share identities in some way. Though I am now quite worried that I have become too much associated with his identity that I am being worn out. Eroded. Have I made my point?)
This definition of me is freekin me out
I entered my name seven times and got seven different answers:
ReplyDelete- Like in nature to a banana peel
- Fuzzy to the touch
- Tastes like fried chicken
- A person who is constantly high
- Like in nature to a kangaroo
- A beat poet working the streets
- A deadly strain of projectile vomit
You thought you had problems eh?
i hav the same definition as you - maybe its ok!
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