Now, I consider a change of identity, as Nostradamus is greatly criticised on these boards at this time, as many parties choose to interpret his writings in ways which are a knock to his reputation.
Since I am by no means Nostradamus, but Nostradamus, I stay as I am, and you may have these names with my blessing, although not both of them, since I am sure you do not wish to be accused of sock puppetry.
NilByMouth, which is a movie, and is an indication that you do not speak, but maybe type, and has other connotations of which I do not speak, but which are easily inferred.
CalmerChameleon, which refers to a song, and reflects a change of some kind, maybe a name, and is indicative of tranquility and serenity, if that is what you are.
Furthermore I say, Name is a name is a name is a name, if you listen to a friend of Gertrude Stein who greatly dislikes roses, but I depart now, before this post degenerates into the kind of mindless drivel which is most unwelcome in these parts.
If you’re thinking about a handle change, don’t wimp out with it; go whole hog.
Change it to Mystical Crystal Emotion.
Stop writing about wrestling and sex toys and start writing about the “pain of [your] continued existance.”
No more talking about what you’ll do to people when you get them alone…now it’s all about your “fractured soul, aching for release from the black and bloody prison that is [your] pain.”
You can’t wear any pastels. No Jeff Hardy t-shirts. Everything must be black. If it’s not black, it must be ripped. If it’s not black or ripped, you have to have drawn peace signs/ankhs/pentagrams/anarchy symbols all over it. (Points deducted if you draw the anarchy symbol with a puffy fabirc pen…extra points deducted if it’s pink.)
If you refer to any exes, you can’t say “that dick” or “that loser” or “we’re still trying to be friends.” OH no. Exes are, “The dark mage of lust that led [you] to a path of destruction” or “The seeming knight who fractured [your] psyche” or “[Your] soul-mate of the bleakest type, turning [your] joy to misery and [your] passion to dust.”
Oh, and so no one will call you a poseur, you need to get a tribal tattoo on your forehead. 'Cause that’s COMMITMENT, baybee.
Oh, and if you hook up with a great new guy, he MUST be “the one who will tame [your] tormented and bloody soul.”
Awwwww, c’mon, it’s never too late to be a gothgrrl! Right?