Lynchian reinvention

I have always hated my name. It means absolutely nothing and only serves as a reminder that it was chosen by two people who don't know me at all. I wish I'd had it changed before I became so entrenched in adult life. Now, what a hassle. But still. I watched Lost Highway and thought about Renee resurrected as blonde Alice and suddenly felt sure I could pull it off. I've already come back as a blonde. All I need is a new name.