This post has nothing to do with books and everything to do with cake.
I changed my name to Kate when I moved to Arizona for college. It seemed like an edgy and grown-up thing to do at the time and I don’t regret it.
However, I did not anticipate all of the homonyms of my new name and how stupid it would look when I actually answered to them.
So, you can call me Kate. You can also call me:
- and other similar words
I’ll focus on “cake” right now. Every time asks if anyone wants cake, I always answer with a perky, inquisitive, “Yes”? It’s so freaking ridiculous. No matter how much weight I lose, I’m always going to play the role of glutton at the birthday party.
Of course, I love cake. This picture is 29 years old. It’s from my first birthday. I’m clearly, very happy about what I am about to eat.