Actually, if I'd had balls, my name would have been Christopher. Still blah, but since I only really knew one other Chris growing up, I could have dealt with that.

My brother would have been April if he'd been a girl. I remember desperately wanting a baby sister until my mom told me what she'd be naming it, at which point I immediately decided I'd have a baby brother and nothing else. My brother is exceedingly grateful he wasn't named April. Apparetly, my mom thought she was being clever because he was born in April. Uh, no. Just NO.