I’ll have to consider it again when I’m sober, but frankly, I’m so tired of all of Ceeeelleeeceee’s fucking eeees–plus, how the fuck do you even say that?–that I knew he needed a nickname.
And tonight, it dawned on me.
Someone should call that boy Smiley.
And you know what?
I’m someone.
Tiny Cat Pants 
Well, of course, I think that Smiley misses my dark inner cynical side, but their are plenty of opportunities for folks to discover and point that out.And in slang, giving someone a "smiley" means to slit their throat from ear to ear. There, that’s the dark side I was looking for.I’m a firm believer that you can’t give yourself a nickname, otherwise I’d have become "Moondoggie" when I got to college.I’ll take my sobriquet like a man, and like it dammit. Maybe I’ll just imagine its "Simile" or "Slimy" on days I’m feeling poetic or gross.8^) Damn, there it is!CLC
Hurray! Smiley it is then. That makes me happy.
Glad to help. Get some sleep.