This book is really unpopular so I'll just come out with it.

I am, officially...

BI AS A BICYLCE!!

I will use that saying forever because it describes me as blatantly as possible.

Anyway, I was in Target yesterday, and some (four-five year-old) child walked up to me and stared at me like I was a piece of art made by Van Gogh.

I awkwardly stared back and waved.

She smiled and pulled her phone out of GOD KNOWS WHERE  and showed me a picture that I had posted on my other book, when I was in a onesie.

I deleted it, so don't you dare go creeping around for it.

After that, I laughed it off and prayed to the God Seven that she didn't read any of my Smuts.

Fortunately, all she read was Faded, and the old one, Fourteen Days.

Still, to this moment, I do not know how a kindergartner interpreted my vocabulary.

I'm stepping my game up.

"Google the definition of walk."

"Walk; syn. Amble, promenade, stroll."

"FuCk Me UpPpP!!"