In other news, I think I've mentioned before that I like to refer to myself as The Hammer.
I have ceased introducing myself to men at the bar as "Hi, I'm the Hammer," although I may begin doing it again should someone start hassling me.
ANYWAY, I'm THE HAMMA because if you need something started, Imma start that shit for you.
I had my middle name on Facebook set to "Hammer" for a while, but when the fake-middle-name trend really took off, I deleted it. But I'm back!
And it astounds me how many people think it may really be my middle name.
Usually I just tell people "Yep, my parents were crazy hippies," and it seems to suffice,
except for that one time I said "Yeah, and my brother's middle name is Sickle; my parents are communists."
Why do people always believe what I tell them? It must be my outrageous stone-face.
This blog entry also includes: A BLAST FROM THE PAST!
Aww yeah, fashion statements from highschool that keep on rollin'. I didn't wear my CCCP scarf nearly enough this winter.
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