randomness, to make up for the insanely long posts down there

“So,” asks a girl who’s known me on an acquaintance level for a year by now, “do you go by Yasmine or Jasmin?”

I raise an eyebrow (I do a lot of this, in case you haven’t noticed). “Let me put it this way,” I say. “You call me Jasmin, and you will get hurt.”

She blinks a few times, then giggles nervously. “Don’t you think that’s a little extreme?”

“No,” I say. “I really don’t.”