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Mar. 15th, 2004 02:41 pmIf you call me Abby, you're probably a family member, or alternately someone who met me before eighth grade.**
If you call me Marie, I probably went to school with you, work with you now, or have met you through people that are either A or B inclined.
If you call me Miss Marie, you are probably either Sean from work, or the Tiger. But I'm not sure he calls me that anymore.
If you call me 'Dee', then I probably worked with you at Michaels.
If you call me 'D', then... you may have met me on the internet, you may have met me in person in on of my periodic patchy times where I don't introduce myself as Marie, or you may be Shai.***
If you call me Inc, then you know me from IRC.
If you call me Raven, you are either Reeve or my highschool science teacher, Mike.
If you call me Miss Raven, then you must be Logan, because no one else ever calls me that. And if they do, for your sake (Logan), I'll deck them.
If you call me Mistress D, or alterately, D the Radiant, Goddess of the Tower and Mistress of Psychic Salvation, than you are probably one of the devoted followers of my church.*
If you call me Mari Nari, then you're my beloved sister.
I think everything is accounted for. If I've missed any, well, then you are probably the only person that calls me that and can add yourself to the list below.
*-Inquire within.
**-those people who met me before eighth and are still around are, generally, the equivalent of family members.
***-if you are Shai, then I suggest to be more careful with those test-tubes. Unstable, flammable, corrosive liquid is not my idea of fun.
Edit as of 3/16 - If you call me Flash, you must be Rapier Boy, who was one of the first to recieve the story of my accidental Denny's flashing of friend Kermit, way back in the day, when I was still with Brian and all kinds of bad shit were going down. You know bad shit was going down cause I was wearing someone elses shirt. That's always a bad sign. If I had been wearing one of my shirts, the button would not have been missing, and the fabric would not have parted directly over my left breast while I was intending to only make the 'I'm flashing you gesture'.
I knew I'd forgotton something :D Thanks, man.
If you call me Marie, I probably went to school with you, work with you now, or have met you through people that are either A or B inclined.
If you call me Miss Marie, you are probably either Sean from work, or the Tiger. But I'm not sure he calls me that anymore.
If you call me 'Dee', then I probably worked with you at Michaels.
If you call me 'D', then... you may have met me on the internet, you may have met me in person in on of my periodic patchy times where I don't introduce myself as Marie, or you may be Shai.***
If you call me Inc, then you know me from IRC.
If you call me Raven, you are either Reeve or my highschool science teacher, Mike.
If you call me Miss Raven, then you must be Logan, because no one else ever calls me that. And if they do, for your sake (Logan), I'll deck them.
If you call me Mistress D, or alterately, D the Radiant, Goddess of the Tower and Mistress of Psychic Salvation, than you are probably one of the devoted followers of my church.*
If you call me Mari Nari, then you're my beloved sister.
I think everything is accounted for. If I've missed any, well, then you are probably the only person that calls me that and can add yourself to the list below.
*-Inquire within.
**-those people who met me before eighth and are still around are, generally, the equivalent of family members.
***-if you are Shai, then I suggest to be more careful with those test-tubes. Unstable, flammable, corrosive liquid is not my idea of fun.
Edit as of 3/16 - If you call me Flash, you must be Rapier Boy, who was one of the first to recieve the story of my accidental Denny's flashing of friend Kermit, way back in the day, when I was still with Brian and all kinds of bad shit were going down. You know bad shit was going down cause I was wearing someone elses shirt. That's always a bad sign. If I had been wearing one of my shirts, the button would not have been missing, and the fabric would not have parted directly over my left breast while I was intending to only make the 'I'm flashing you gesture'.
I knew I'd forgotton something :D Thanks, man.