ViajeraGypsyGirl

So the name. There’s always the name. I think we all remember how T. got her famous name.

So there was this deal at school where you answer a million questions and they match you with who your supposedly most compatible with. Anyway, we got all serious about it freshman year; didn’t bother with it sophomore; did it, laughing at ourselves, junior year; and then there was senior year.

We decided to go weird. We thought of random names for ourselves with the requirement that the last name be someone famous—but T. was brilliant (for once!) and came up with an anagram for her name.

Cheers to anyone who can figure it out!

If I had been born to a wandering gypsy mother and a musician father, now there would be a story. But I am the odd product of two scientists, and as such I am completely an arist, photographer, musician, and traveler. My life is waiting for it’s own story, so that shall be all for now.