Did you get my last note?
I mean, I did throw it, tied to a rock, through your open window; was it too cliché? Goddamnit, I can’t even converse through my writing.
Serenity is an interesting name, if I do say so myself. A sort of bragging name. I can just picture it now: three old women sitting by the fireplace, drinking tea with classical music playing. One of them would say, “My granddaughter is a surgeon and just separated conjoined twins, whilst playing classical piano at the NAC,” and the other would say, “Yes, but my granddaughter is named Serenity. Oh, she’s such a dear, so… serene.”
Not that I'd want to offend you in any way; Serenity really is a beautiful, posh name.
So, really, 50% of your name embodies you.
