The story behind the nickname...
It all started one summer afternoon in '04. I was on MSN with one of my best friends. On particularly uneventful days we would both get online and start writing stories. She would right a paragraph, I would write a paragraph, she would write a paragraph, and so on. Well this was one of those particularly uneventful days.
It started off with me sitting in my nice home. I woke up and walked down the stairs to my counrty-ish kitchen. I made myself a hot steamy mug'o'joe and toasted some bread. It popped up and with delight I took it, plated it, and drew upon it (with jelly and honey) a sad face. His name? Mr. Toastie.
And in reality I actually did make a Mr. Toastie. Now when Heather (my MSN writing buddy) realized that I had eaten Mr. Toastie after posting a picture of him for her to see she was crushed. She then proceeded to tell me about how he was now apart of my blood stream (Something about his crumbs being absorbed into something err other in my body...) and from that point on all would now refer to me as "T0astee". Of course we had to change the name a little like substituting a zero instead of the original "o", cutting out the "Mr." entirely since I am not a male, and putting in the signature "ee" instead of the "ie".
After a few public appearances and being addressed as T0astee, changing a few screen names, explaining the story to a couple interested people and a few weeks letting this sink into the folks at our old youth group the name was stuck for good. Later I acquired a T-Shirt sporting my new identity. Now I introduce myself as T0astee and quite often have to explain it to those who I have just addressed myself too. Others just laugh and accept it with a smile saying that it is "easier to remember" then my real name since it is "so unique". Others say it fits me well. This name and I, yeah, we get along just fine.
It started off with me sitting in my nice home. I woke up and walked down the stairs to my counrty-ish kitchen. I made myself a hot steamy mug'o'joe and toasted some bread. It popped up and with delight I took it, plated it, and drew upon it (with jelly and honey) a sad face. His name? Mr. Toastie.
And in reality I actually did make a Mr. Toastie. Now when Heather (my MSN writing buddy) realized that I had eaten Mr. Toastie after posting a picture of him for her to see she was crushed. She then proceeded to tell me about how he was now apart of my blood stream (Something about his crumbs being absorbed into something err other in my body...) and from that point on all would now refer to me as "T0astee". Of course we had to change the name a little like substituting a zero instead of the original "o", cutting out the "Mr." entirely since I am not a male, and putting in the signature "ee" instead of the "ie".
After a few public appearances and being addressed as T0astee, changing a few screen names, explaining the story to a couple interested people and a few weeks letting this sink into the folks at our old youth group the name was stuck for good. Later I acquired a T-Shirt sporting my new identity. Now I introduce myself as T0astee and quite often have to explain it to those who I have just addressed myself too. Others just laugh and accept it with a smile saying that it is "easier to remember" then my real name since it is "so unique". Others say it fits me well. This name and I, yeah, we get along just fine.
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