Moving is for Sucks, Pt Deux

I just spent the past 15 minutes writing a post about how I spent the day packing up for my impending move, and how I've moved x number times in the last few years and how I hate it, blah blah blah. I finished it, read through it, and thought, "hmm, that's extremely boring". So then I decided to add a little something about the guitar class that me and my friend Katey just finished and I realized that I have never named my guitar. Anybody who knows me can tell you that I name everything; cars, blankets, old french fries that I find on the floor at work (that's a true story for another time; suffice it to say that Lamar became a mascot of sorts in that warehouse). I once even gave a girlfriend of mine the nickname "Howard". How I got away with that one, I'll never know, but she even used to sign little notes that she would give me with that name. Yet somehow, my guitar has never gotten a name.

So here's what I've decided to do: I'm having a competition of sorts to help me name my guitar. By competition, I mean please give me some suggestions, and if I like one of them I'll use it. If I don't, then I'll just have to come up with something else. I think probably my guitar is a female, due to it having tantalizing curves, so boy names will be immediately disregarded. Also, it should be recognized that I generally gravitate toward unusual and ugly names. Past nicknames for items include Howard, Lorna, Troy, Carl, and Clyde, so something like Emily or Sara is probably going to get overlooked.

Anyhow, with that said, please post as comments any suggestions you may have. I think it is absolutely ridiculous to have a guitar for 5 years and not name it. I'm so ashamed.

p.s. I did all that I could to find a bikini that I could put on the guitar for this picture. I feel like we've all been robbed just a little bit.