I hate being called Becky. I hate it with the passion of 10,000 suns beating down on the earth in the middle of august. Hate it even more when I tell a person to not call me that, twice, and they still do. UGH!
I like starry nights, beaches and cherry limeades. I am working on a degree in counseling/psychology and missions and have a weakness for musicians, cheesy jokes and funky socks.
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I have the same resentment towards Mandy.
Burns my hide.
I'm so glad that someone understands the pain.
And I promise to never use that name towards you. It reminds me too much of the "Billy and Mandy" cartoon on cartoon network...*shudder*
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