My laptop is named Wrath.
Yes, I named my laptop. And it occurs to me that to many of you wonderful people who read my blog, that’s not weird. >.< But the fact that none of us find it weird is weird in itself!
My laptop (actually, it’s a super tiny netbook that I absolutely adore) is named Wrath, and it says “wrath” in big, colorful, stick-on bubble letters its top.
My cell phone (is I ever get it back *this is a hint to you, mom*) is named Sloth. My iPod (if I ever find it again) is named Lust. My pencil case is Gluttony (I swear it eats my pencils when I’m not looking), and my favorite cup to NaNo with (one that says “I Love My Grandma” in a font that looks like a little kid with crayons ^.^ ) is named Pride.
And, secretly, I call my brother’s Xbox Fred.
AND TO ME, IT’S NOT WEIRD AT ALL THAT THESE THINGS ARE NAMED.
Okay, maybe it’s a little weird to name your pencil case and your cup. But with my laptop, cell phone, Xbox and iPod, it seems completely normal. >.<
Thing is, I don’t call these things by their names. Well, besides my laptop (“MOM, WHERE’S WRATH?”). I think their names, but I don’t really say them aloud.
Maybe it’s because these things are essential to my life…