Lame

I'm probably going to end up saying awkwardly personal things in this blog. Actually probably not, they'll probably just be things I write assuming (*insert unfortunate person in said situation*) won't read, because, really, no one reads these things, right? Right, and then said unfortunate person will probably end up reading it, and i'll be like Why, Why did said unfortunate person read this statement, I thought no one read blogs.
And then said person will cause blog to suffer greatly.
i.e... i don't really know what a suffering blog would look like.
These two little girls at work today kept telling me I look like Megan Fox. Then one of them took out her cell phone and started taking pictures of me so she could tell her friends she met Megan Fox. Minutes later another little girl told me I should come join her while she was dancing in the middle of the room to Beyonce. She said it would help me lose weight. In response I told her I was Megan Fox. Megan Fox doesn't need to lose weight.
She laughed.
I proceeded to eat my chocolate frosted cupcake.
To console me, a little 4 year old girl told me to "Fear not, you are a croc-da-dile!"
"A what?"
"A Croc-do-dile!"
"A crocodile?"
"A CROCDODILE"
I told her I was sorry for my mispronunciation. She forgave me.
In theory I probably should have done something like correct her diction, but say the word crocodile. Ok, now say croc-do-dile. She wins.