And now a rant on why I hate my name.
It's motherloving annoying when people are playing Marco Polo in a public pool, because then I think someone is calling me, only to realize that they're playing a game. It's annoying when people do the Marco Polo joke to me on purpose. The joke has gone so far, almost all of my shirt wardrobe is composed of Polo shirts because my mom thinks it's hilarious.
loving DAMNIT.