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When I Was a Young Jonblog

I decided that I want to tell you a story from my childhood.

Until I went to college, my name was Jonathon, not Jon. And I was adamant about that.

One day, when I was maybe three years old, my mother took me into a store at the mall. There were a lot of fragile things in the store. Remember, I was three.

So my mother was saying things like, "Jonathon, don't touch that" or "Jonathon, stay over hear by me" or "Let's get ready to go, Jonathon."

At which point the saleslady said, "See you later, Jonny."

Well, I never. So proud little gay three year old me looked her straight in the eye and announced:

"My name's Jonathon, you son of a bitch."

Obviously, things haven't gotten any better.

Posted by Jon at August 1, 2003 11:02 PM | TrackBack