what?

That when I went away for high school, which was a boarding school 8 hours away...I just didn't mention it to anyone because I was so excited to go...That I actually was in a mental institute or dead.

I wish I was making that one up. I mean most of my middle school thought it. =.= I don't know who even started it.

Wow, that is just....wow.

While I'm sure I have weird rumors about me somewhere or another, I haven't heard any. I wish I had some, though!

Also, Texas eh?

I lived in San Antonio for 6 years.

When I lived in Texas, there were rumors that I was a space alien. I didn't think too much of this until I heard the same rumor again... from a completely different group of people, years later.

Mom, is there something you should tell meee? o.o;;

Rumor has it that I committed suicide after high school. Rumor has it that I went to jail for multiple murders, rape, drugs, to name a few items. Rumor has it that I was locked in an asylum due to "problems". Rumor has it that I was part of the drug ring that heavily permeated the small Podunk town if mid-Missouri. Rumor has it that I joined the mafia. Rumor has it that I cannibalized my family because I was poor then died of starvation after. Rumor has it that I will never amount to anything but a walking welfare check. Rumor has it that I am the polar opposite of the world's most interesting man. Rumor has it that the best job I could get is flipping burgers because I am uneducated. Rumor has it that I sired fifteen children to fifteen girls that played "chain-the-stud" and owe every damn one of them child support. Rumor has it that I changed my name and my appearance because I am too ashamed to ever appear in mid-Missouri ever again. Rumor has it that I mutated into an aquatic species and went to live among them. Rumor has it that I was struck by lightning/radiation poisoning/bit by mutant spider/hit by meteorite and gained super powers, then turned into an evil villain. Rumor has it I was sucked into a black hole/alternate dimension. Rumor has it that I disconnected from The Matrix. Rumor has it that I plan to take over and possibly destroy the entire planet.

Seriously, the people in my high school have nothing better to do than come up with wild theories. If only they knew the reality.

these are the same rumors that spread about me after high school too!

I always thought this was a normal thing to be fair.

For some reason my ex and her friends thought I shaved my arm hair before I started going out with her... I had no idea they were talking about that until years later when we were dating and she asked why I would shave my arms.

o.O

In high school I convinced someone that my family was part of the Mafia because we are Sicilian and by senior year a good majority of people genuinely believed it. That's the only rumor I'm aware of at least...!

At a FC one year, I found out that someone was "Out to get me" for some reason that I never did find out. I only know this because who ever it was found my friends and told them that I "was gonna get it for what I did."

Never did find out who it was.

Rumour that I was a scout for an alien species, planning to take over the World...

when I was heavily into the goth thing. its toned down greatly now. my neighbors started this rumor that I was some kind of warlock/vampire. and my old black cat following me was my familiar.

Some people online who I was semi-acquainted (friends of friends) with said I was "intimidating."

Dunno how they got that idea. *boggle*

Well, you have a very proud prancy pink unicorn icon, that intimidates those who are insecure about themselves. So they probably meant it. :D

But, I was purple back then! lol

Even scarier. Purple is the color of royalty!

Not exactly a rumor, but while a student at a fine art institute, overheard a fellow class mate describe me having "cruel, piggy eyes and grotesque lips", I suspect it had, in part, something to do illustrative representationalism versus abstract impressionism. I think it would make for a great autobiography title.

Only thing vaguely close right now (that I know of) is that people call me an intimidating artist. Like, the fuck did I do? I'm posting because I want to interact with people. =3=

Way back when in grade school I guess some thought I was gay? Closest thing to a rumor.

I'm kind of introverted so I don't really know what folks think about me. I guess no one bringing anything up is a good sign.

I never did but my friend did. Played magic the gathering at school and between that, trying to play D&D and for who knows what reason brought a dummy hallowed out grenade to school they thought he was a cult leader.

Being a nobody in life and online, I doubt anyone talks about me. I do know in middle school I was hated because I didn't dress like a girl or like a slut; it was a fucked up school. Don't know if there were rumors of me, never got to hear them myself.

In college I heard people thought me and my good friend were lesbians. I can sort of understand people thinking that about me, but the friend in question was super-straight-arrow Christian, so it was ridiculous to think about her doing anything like that.

Within the fandom, I still run into people who thought (or think) I was a man. I guess that's good that my art and writing doesn't come off as typically "girly," but it's still kind of weird to have people come up to me and say they always thought i was a guy. Nope, real biological girl from birth. Getting a period is kind of a hassle, but I do like the extra 7 or 8 years of life being female gets you.

I usually hear that you are transgendered, male to female. I tell them to ask Dwight the details.

Heh. Pretty easy to tell I'm not-- I have really tiny hands and feet and small shoulders.

Whoakay....just how did you get wind of this rumor? Was it people kindly offering your food endlessly or something else? I hope they were not making suggestions of better quality dog foods to eat rather than Purina dry kibble. In fact what kind of college (clown college?) was this exactly that people would even assume that? I mean, dry kibble?! Yeah I can see that rumor if it was canned food, but dry kibble? Thankfully at least they didn't seem to think you were using it as bait to catch live dogs to eat.

It was an industrial trade sort of college, and the guy who told me about the rumor worked in the shipping and receiving dock.

The rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated.

Oh yeah, never had any rumors about me, either by co-workers or family. Oh the joys of having no friends, no life and working without end.

I dropped out of highschool and got my GED, scoring in the 98th percentile, then I went to college, and scored in the top of my class. This created the rumor that I was successful in life and that hard work and a good education will ensure good job prospects.

I had a lot of guys bullying me in high school so I paid someone to pretend I put a spell on him ( All I did was whisper the lyrics to the circle of life.. XD ). He dropped out of school for 3 days ( because he actually was legitimately sick and it was the perfect time for him to be at home and with 20 bucks. )

When he came back, he told everyone that I shrunk his dick.


I was avoided ever since...

Prom was horrible...

no friends...

I was pretty much the scariest woman alive so I got the Nickname "Wicked Witch of Watts"

Which I decided to play along. I wore glow in the dark cat eyes and wore a purple and black velvet dress every halloween.

I never had so much Candy in my life. <3

Oh, I wish I had gone to school with you. I think I would have liked you a lot!

Man I would have loved that. Helps that i'm also Pagan. XD I enjoyed the HELL out of it. X3

Tho Watts, California is prolly very scary for a lot of people. My Dates flaked a LOT, Yellow Cab wouldn't pick me up because they weren't insured enough... life was pretty rough there. >.>

I myself have never driven to Watts on purpose.

X3 Most don't and it's why I stayed at home alot or go to cons ONLY during those times. Parents were warned to never go there so dates would get my address and then on the day be like "wait she's in watts? fuck that" and never show, never answer my call, nothing... it's like if you lived in watts, whether you were born, raised or it was the cheapest house at the time, you were labeled. My choice of clothing growing up was... very unique to the Hood. I didn't wear slutastic clothes. I wore long dresses and velvet, spanish dresses that look pretty when I spin... so I was always "In Costume" as they say. I get people drive by saying "It's not Halloween" and the like. Got used to it. Meant people didn't want to pick me up at night. I was too weird for the normal Ghetto economy. :P

It is better to be feared than loved. - Machiavelli, The Prince

I agree!

It just hit me. Did they indeed think you were eating it dry? Or did they imagine you dowsing it with milk and chowing down like it was Capt. Crunch? I wonder if they imagined if it was all the bone meal and gelatin that made your hair so beautiful and lustrous?

I'm sorry I shouldn't be saying those things considering I work in a field were my co-workers and I do indeed frequently eat dog food.

That I was involved in a wreck at an intersection when an SUV matching the description of mine was found completely obliterated by a speeding firetruck without its lights or sirens on.

For a while some of my acquaintances thought I was gay because I was never seen being social with or dating women. I'm just a shy introvert with next to no self confidence.

My girlfriend's family thought I was training to become a rabbi. Likely a miscommunication about my playing the rabbi in a HS performance of Fiddler On The Roof.

They say I'm a furry! D-:

Those slanderous bastards! D:<

The best one for me was that I read online (seemingly a couple of years after it was posted) that allegedly, at one of the FWAs I had been to (2008 or something), I had "organised a PETA protest" in the dealer's den and been screaming at someone who was selling tails. It was highly amusing - I'd been working my ass off on artwork the entire time in the alley. It'd also been posted by someone anonymously on some furry drama message board - sad part was that I immediately knew who it had to be. One person at the con I'd had a 5 minute, subdued discussion with about selling real fur tails at a furry convention and said I objected to it, they were previously a "fan" but got quite huffy with me. Thought nothing of it at the time! The worst/best part was that a load of people were eagerly believing it.

That I'd become a lonely old crazy cat lady because I was the quiet kid in school that sat in the back and drew cats all day. Jokes on them, I'm married AND a cat lady.

People in school were scared I was gonna shoot up the school because I wore an old Korean war trench coat.

Sometimes people made a point of coming up and trying to be nice and make friends and stuff for just that reason.

Well... If you ask my 10th grade American history teacher... I (and my friend) was a sociopath with plans to commit a mass shooting at our school...

Her logic was as follows:

Pointing fingers at each other (cause we bored in class and not paying attention) = gun fingers = real guns = mass shooting plot

She even threatened to file a police report against us... That was a fun conversation with the parents... Even though, by the end, they realized she was a crazy paranoid looney toon.

The next day, me and my friend told the rest of the class before class, and told them our plans, that every time she has her back turned, we were gonna pretend to shoot imaginary weapons back and forth, and asked them to remain as stone faced as possible. Just to really make her crazy! Ad boy did it work! She was supposed to retire that year, but she actually stayed until we graduated, come to find out from the principal for our grade, she was doing it to keep an eye on us. She was playing the ever vigilant hero. XD

Ahh.... Good times... Goooooood times.....

Well... Harlan Ellison seemed to believe I was a woman for some reason... that was a long time ago, and we hadn't met face to face.

The funnest one I've heard recently (supposedly overheard being said by my TeaParty family members back in TX) was that I'm a "devil-worshipper" and am "holding my kids hostage" in this "socialist nightmare" of a country against their will, because apparently "they hate it here" (which of course, they don't). Mind you, this is all because I completely cut ties with said (abusive) family members, and they can't handle the rejection nor the loss of control/manipulation they used to have over me, as well as the fact that I took my kids far away from them (the other side of the planet), and converted to a vastly different Christian faith than they are (a very liberal/progressive one). ;)

These family members might just be miserable people.

No debating that! :P

Well mines actually fandom related... I do have a trenchcoat and I also own a few firearms and though I'd never do something like this ever, some asshole somewhere tried to kick up rumors I was going to turn anthrocon into "Columbine con". It got back to me through a few people but I don't think the rumor was ever widespread. I can only imagine someone butthurt over firearms ownership who also doesn't like me did this. I doubt anyone on AC staff ever heard it since I never got asked when registering and was even standing in con-ops this year with a friend so he could have his costume weapon peace bonded and no one said anything. Was years ago and I never did figure out who started it.

I worked at a WalMart and saved up my vacation so after 2 years I had 3 weeks of vacation time and took it all at once. When I returned almost everyone was shocked because someone had started a rumor that I had died. That's the only rumor about me that I have heard of.

During my time in highschool I ended up with locker no.666 and hillarity ensued as I was rumored to be satan.

I've heard all sorts of rumors spoken about me, usually on-line or at cons.

I've been accused of being a Nazi, Klansman, always by people who are lil SJWs. I laugh at those.

The notorious Sibe once openly said I was married to a black woman and my kids were black, oddly several people believed that. And somebody said I regularly beat my wife and broke my kids arm in a fit of rage.

Numerous times I was accused of being a drug addict, this actually hurt, I lost two family members to drug use and I am seriously anti-drug because of it. I don't even drink alcohol except on rare occasions and limit myself to one. I can't stand the taste of beer.

Though in high school in my senior year, it was rumored I bayonetted a history teacher and shot and killed the vice principal, and at lunch people came to me wondering why I wasn't in jail and some yelled at me cause they saw the vice principal still alive. (The man was greatly hated.)

I haven't heard many yet, which might be a bad sign. Boy... I might be in for some nasty surprises when I attend my next big Con.

Most recently I found out I'd supposedly shot a neighbor's uncle.

I'm just geeky and nerdy to the general public.

Truth in advertising.

I rarely called in sick to work, I had perfect attendance for over a year. I caught a particularly nasty flu which had me camping in the bathroom over my 'weekend', and I ended up calling in sick for three days out of the next week. One particularly nasty co-worker told everyone that I was 'too drunk' to come to work, and told everyone I had a hang over.

The beauty of it is as soon as I got back and heard people circulating the rumor she also caught the flu and was out for over a week. Karma.

Too many to choose from. But one that sticks in my mind for its pure baseless nothingness was that I stopped being gay because I became a Christian.

I planted a rumor that my stammer disappears when I am drunk, so I could tell who was spreading BS at work.

That is very true though.

My mom told my grandmother I was pregnant without talking to me about it. I wasn't. No scares, nothing. She decided this was so because I "covered up" (wore heavy sweatshirts because it was winter), was pale (what?) and because my "boobs got bigger". She got my poor grandmother all worried over nothing.

That sucks! I hate it when people assume women are pregnant. Sorta related...My ex boyfriend Jim told everyone I was bulimic because I was so skinny even though I ate to much , and I had acid reflux. People believed Jim and my mind just reeled.

Ugh, that's a crappy rumour to spread about someone. I guess he didn't decide to go the "classy ex" route then. :/

When I was dating the guy who played Beetlejuice at Universal Orlando, I found out some things about myself in a LJ snark community. Such as, "LS is actually into necrophilia" and "LS thinks he's the real deal and speaks to him in character at home", as well as speculation about the probability of me nailing him in costume.

Boy oh boy!

Oh fer cryin' out loud, that guy! He was not helping quell the rumors, amirite?

He thought it was hilarious

So I don't know if this counts, but when I attended a surveying school, there were a pair of Alberta boys there that decided I needed indoctrination into the booze-and-party brotherhood.

So one evening they practically dragged me off campus to their apartment-slash-distillery.

The last thing I remember was seeing a lot of other people from the school there as I went in the door.

And then it was the next morning, my head was screaming, mouth tasted like murder, I'm on their couch and they're sitting there all intervention-style. 'You're never allowed to drink again.'

Oh god did I grope someone?

No.

... Expose myself?

No.

.... Am I secretly racist? Get in a fight?

... You had two beer and decided to explain how life is a futile waste because of the eventual heat-death of the universe, and killed the party.

At which point one of them pulled back the curtain to their patio door, covered in my mangled handwriting.

'You did the math.'

Someone spread the rumour that I got breast implants, just because I was an A cup when the summer holidays started and waltzed back into school with C cups in over two months later, I was 15, it's illegal to perform surgery like that on the under 16's.

Another person spread that I had openly talked about hitting kids, truth was I'd talked about how it was messed up that the sentences for raping kids are often less than for hitting them.

Several times while being a mod, I've had rumours spread about me being after people, often people I had never even interacted with, a couple of times I've even been accused of banning someone for no reason, except the supposed victim of this, wasn't banned at the time it was claimed to have happened. It's amazing how willing people are to believe a lie if they want to believe it or fear it's true.

In middle school I got into a spot of trouble with "the Law" and was let go with a slap on the wrist. Some people in my school saw what happened and began churning the rumor mill well before I even got back in class a few days later. "Is it true they called the SWAT team, and they came out in a helicopter? Is it true you burned down an ENTIRE BUILDING? I heard you were shot with one of those rubber bullets! Is it true...?"

Yeah. I was a little miffed. I explained what happened, but reality is so boring.

Then someone figured out how to game the Zero Tolerance Policy the school had, and the anonymous tips started to trickle in about the Scary Things I was planning. Lots of visits to the administrative office, lots of locker searches, lots of pat-downs by nervous-looking police officers that got called out. They HAD to respond, it was Zero Tolerance, baby, and you gotta take those serious.

I'd have to award the Gold Star Award for Creativity to one rumorsmith for this gem that had a lot of people in the front office spooked: I'd smuggled in explosives in hollowed-out textbooks, and would set them off during the next day's lunch using a radio control detonator I'd made in shop class. That was a good one, since I carried most of my books in a large gym bag, and had been making a DIY FM radio in shop class.

Now, imagine this kind of thing going on for three years, almost on a daily basis, and not being able to do a f*cking thing about it. Not even at home.

Quite an experience.

There was this rumor that I got up on a table and danced and acted crazy at a Confurence con that I had never attended; I think it is because occasional get mistaken for a guy named "blackberry" in the fandom who lives (or lived) in California.

You dance? Yeah right.

I am known to do *something* on the reception floor at wedding, technically it is called dancing, most people would call it something else less flattering.

Well if no medical assistance gets called in, it must be dancing.

Rumors would imply I'm part of a social network with at least acquaintances aware of me. I have none.

There was a rumor once where me and my BFF at the time were a couple xD me and her would just spend lunch together everyday and talk lol, both of us girls
One day a girl walked up to us and said we were a really cute couple xD we just laughed lol and didn't correct her

Another rumor I'm not really sure of because I never caught wind of many, was that people thought I was a werewolf girl and ate squirrels? Idf know man @___@;

Rumor has it that my fiance' and I are swingers who like to go out promiscuously fucking random people and strangers. =T - most recent rumor I know of

Rumor has it that I put a spell on some kid in 8th grade, and used black magic to cast spells and hexes on the town. I actually got suspended for this rumor. -lived in a hic town-
Rumor has it that my family is a bunch of demon loving satanists who summon demons and have satanic rituals, to the point to where the home we used to live in is now haunted by red eyed demons peaking through the windows. So says the new tenants.



Ah man there's prolly tons from that town that I never heard myself lmao. Desperate, sad people. Lel.

There was once a rumor back in the wee years of high school where I was supposedly dating one of my classmates, someone who wasn't exactly the brightest of the class. Neither was I, but keep in mind, we graduated from a pretty snobby and competitive high school. We were friends, but that was it. Things didn't help us much especially after our English teacher made us read the parts of Romeo and Juliet aloud to the class while we were studying it back in the earlier days of this rumor. I pretty much lost contact with her the first year after we graduated.

Also, I'm am not defeated, Tempest Keep was merely a setback.

For the past several years, I've had a strange experience, repeated multiple times. I would run into a former coworker, who would gape at me and say, "I heard you were dead." None of them could pinpoint the source of this misinformation; it was usually second-hand or even more remote.

Last Fall, I ran into yet another friend from my previous career. After the usual exchange, she knew exactly where she'd the story. "About fifteen years ago, I ran into (our former Captain), and asked her if she'd seen you. She told me, 'Oh, no, he's dead!'"

The person in question was the toxic mess who had fired me, 25 years ago. Apparently, she held a grudge, because when I changed careers, she called HR at my new employer and ordered them to fire me. They informed her she was breaking the law even contacting them, and they were under no obligation to obey her 'orders'. About ten years ago, I saw her wandering around the grounds of a Post Office fifty miles from her home. She was dressed in rags and smelled like death warmed over. She didn't even recognize me and tried to cadge a 'loan'.

Hey, Karma has everyone's home address.

Good thing for justice. Character is destiny.

This was when I was first starting off as a seasonal worker in a theme park. This is in two parts.

Part one was that I was hella gay. Not just gay, but super rainbow flaming homo gay. And it was funny because some of the co-workers wanted to know if it was true or not, but didn't want to "offend" me by asking. Which is just silly to me. And it was funnier when one finally got the little amount of courage to walk up to me and say, "I don't want to offend you, but I just wanted to know if this was true or not. Are you gay?" and I was kinda quiet for the same time span as a goldfish's memory before they started to back track and apologize that it was just a rumor they heard. Then I started laughing because I said "Oh no! I'm not offended, it's true I'm super gay, but who was right?" and the reason I asked that was because I was a very quiet person, I kept to myself at lunch breaks and everything by reading books.

So I thought it was funny.

Part two was the addition to part one. So not only was I super hella mega homo flaming gay, but I was ALSO in my own drama. Apparently, rumor has it, I was dating this girl who also worked where I did, and I was waiting for her to divorce her husband so we could run away and be gay together or something. The funny part was that I had been dating my current girlfriend for around two years at this point, and anyone who knew me knew I was dating someone prior to this worker.

So apparently I should star in my own romantic daytime drama show, because I'm just that gay, that baller, and trying to get even straight girls to leave their husbands and children for me. Daum.

At my first duty station in the Army, there was a series of rumors spread around that I slept with the entire male complement of my unit in the barracks. It might have been funny except some of the higher-ups believed them. That made for some awkward comments during the work day, I tell you.

Apparently word is I'm a rape apologist or something, which couldn't be further from the truth due to some family past issues..

According to family:
I am a gay-animal raping nazi.

It's obvious! Nazi furs -DO- exist, so I -MUST- be one. They also read that bigoted VF article and watched MTV, so they know the TRUTH about furries.


I haven't talked to them since.

Theres one douchefag here on FA who 'outs' nazi-furs on his page. Always pointing fingers who draws WW2 German scenes, saying they are nazis. Though some of the actual nazi-furs he's outted actually deserved being outted. I commented on somebodies art about the jerk might get upset since he drew a German officer...ohh noz.

Sure enough, the guy got upset I "accused him" of being a shoot first, ask questions later type. Then blasted me on his journal for doing so. Its been almost 3 years and he still harps about me being an accuser in his crusade.

So I did ONE pic for a friend... era-looking uniform long jacket & cap +weapon, because he liked the style of the outfit.
Paid commission and the insignia was a puppy-paw. Not exactly conclusive evidence, but then again, since when have stalkers ever been on friendly terms with the truth?

Someone made a LJ entry about "omg nazi furs are REAL?!" to which I replied, the furs I know who border on that are into it because of the look, not the ideology, especially since they recognize that your typical fur would end up on the 3rdReich-revived's "undesirable" list, but yes, there ARE a few insane furs who truly are into it for real, idiotic as that may be.
...stalker took that comment, did some "creative editing", printed it offline, distributed it around, and PRESTO! I'm suddenly a murderous gay child-raping furry nazi, and friends and family who bought into that start treating me like toxic waste because they've SEEN ME deawing cute cartoon animals, and they got a copy of that VF article, so it MUST BE true!


...and they wonder why I'm ashamed of being the same species as them.

Backstory: I grew up in Houston in the 1980s, raised by a couple of punk parents, and Depression-era grandparents. Abusive mother and "whatever's cool with me" father. I was literally raised on punk rock, baby pictures exist of me crawling in front of DEVO albums. (Devo isnt punk but you get the idea) ...needless to say, I had a fairly... out of the ordinary upbringing, and by 10 or so, I was, what most punk kids are in their teens. Also, despire living through the mid-90s "punk" scene... I was not THAT. I was somewhat a grunge kid, somewhat a hippy, somewhat 80s punk, somewhat That 70s Show. I Was, Am, Will Always Be, Frankentrina.

1995. I move from Houston, to Luling. The town had the same population number as my old high school. "hardcore music" was KORN. Nine Inch Nails. Punk was Green Day, Offspring. And here I was, into the Marilyn Manson scene (Portrait of an American Family era, so basically it didnt exist yet in Luling Land, not until Antichrist came out), Nirvana, DEVO, Dead Kennedys... I brought a lot of punk weirdness and strange lingo with me. I had lime green shoelaces and fingernails. That was unheard of. I had pins and buttons all over my jacket and backpack. I had a chain on my wallet. I didnt draw hearts and smiley faces all over my shit, I drew skulls and rock band logos. I drew WEIRD SHIT. and I drew it WELL. I didnt go to church, and I collected skulls. I was THE ANTICHRIST.

My nickname actually varied between Antichrist and Satan for a while. I just ran with it. "Hey, Satan!" "'sup." I had an old hippy mood ring that was my moms and looked like a cat eye, people would ask if it had magic powers. People thought I was a witch. because, somehow... long brown hair, a DEVO tshirt, and grunge ripped jeans and converse sneakers equals witch.

At some point I aquired a brown flannel shirt. And I wore the everloving dogshit out of that thing. Because I was always cold, and I'm skinny, and I didnt like people picking on my skinny arms. I hid myself in big, floppy grunge clothes. And I hung out with another grunge-metal girl who also didnt have boyfriends (she did have the hots for Peter Steele)... so then I became "A Lesbian".

At some point in walking around town with my "lesbian lover", I saw a dead bird, and made a joke about how I should pick it up and put it in Bully X's (we'll call him Mikey. Cuz that's his name) locker. Apparently she told somebody, and then it was all over school that I was going to put a dead bird in his locker. I finally got fed up enough with Mikey's ...well, by today's standards it would be sexual harrassment, so I made him a really awful mix tape (remember this was the 90s, we recorded things on tapes) of songs that made him think I was going to kill him, completely covered the case in black duct tape and cut it so it could open, and made a really awful paper insert for it with ALL the lyrics to the songs, and delightful little artistic tidbits. Mikey never bothered me again, persuaded other bullies to Leave Me The Fuck Alone, and was actually really nice after that. I also kind of tossed a live (de-stingerized) scorpion at him.

I kept a coyote skull hanging in my locker, and that got me in trouble a time or two. I also got tired of people slipping jackassey notes into my locker, and taking my own personal punky signs off it.... everyone else had their sports and club signs, I wanted to feel special too, so I taped NIN and manson logos on it. They got ripped off daily.... SO I completely encased my locker door in a combination of clear, silver, red, and black duct tape one day. The principal eventually came round and asked me to remove it.

I had a crush on my best buddy Mitch(the giantest scariest dude in town) (we're actually together now, 18 years later....) and everyone knew it. Our Junior year we had lockers right next to each other, plus we swiped a couple empty lockers below ours (no locks on the lockers). Our arch-nemesis, Princess Barbie Face, we'll call her.. had a locker next to us, and would always give me the googoo eyes Secret Girl Code that I didnt understand, when me and mitch were in the lockers and she was there. She'd try to talk me into asking mitch out, or letting her and her club of Plastic Buddies give me a makeover, and me and Mitch could go to the PROM (totally not happening, man).... I finally got sick of her happy ass, and stole her Cat Disection Manual from her locker, and stuck it in our Secret Locker of Doom with Mitch's sweaty flannel for a couple weeks and then stuck it back in her locker. It was fun watching her panic. "like omg, wheres my cat book?" "shit, I dunno man, maybe you better keep better track of your stuff"

....this turned into a story of my high school fuckups instead of rumors. Anyway, I'm sure one could imagine the rumors that were said about me.

I got pregnant while still in HS. that was fuckin awesome. Then I miscarried. That was fuckin awesomer. I swear, you cant take a crap in that town without someone knowing what color it was.