Mar 27, 2004 15:30
If you call me Kristin, then you know nothing about me and haven't realized that the e is much better-looking.
If you call me Kristen, then you're a friend of mine or a teacher.
If you call me girlie or girliegirl, then you're my dad and you're either getting kindly impatient or being endearing.
If you call me Mouth, then you're my mother and I just talked back to you.
If you call me Netsirk, then you're either BT or Andy, flirting without a cause.
If you call me K-Diddy, then you're my best pal Courtney and I've just done something extremely "ghetto," or you're amused at something.
If you call me Bowserich Marie, then you're Janell or Sara teasing me with the name you used for my three-year-old self.
If you call me Dristen, then you're Janell making fun of a typo you made yourself.
If you call me Kookin, then you're either Ryan or Craig in a good mood, or Charles at any random moment.
If you call me Kirsten Dunst or mom, then you're Mike and you think I'm a twit.
If you call me Fulcrum, then you're Darcy luring me to do you a favor by using the name someone mistook my surname for.
If you call me Falco or your daygo, then you're Ben and we're playing Nintendo or revelling in our heritage.
If you call me Fulco, then you're probably a guy. For some reason, they don't like to use my first name.
If you call me Girl, then you're Bryan and you're pathetic and don't realize "Girl" is something people call their dogs.
If you call me Kris, then you're my childhood friend Lesley knowing that I hate it.
If you call me Krissy, then you're my fifth grade classmate and I instructed you to do so against better judgement.