Magenta amuses me. She keeps stealing pieces of my life to use as her signature. It's pretty interesting to get emails from her and see my name at the bottom of them. My real name, that is. But I've gone by this one so long...and besides, no one can pronounce my name. And although I love my name, I'm really good with the nickname. I like that I get to choose when to tell people my story. Because my name is a story. And I like that, too.
And that's another wannabe thought for the moment.
Laters