It had been several months since our last encounter. I had practically counted the minutes. Then today...there she was. Walking up the steps just like that. I could feel my posture shift--my back slumping under the uncomfortable weight of sudden, but familiar insecurity. She spoke first. Nelly (the insufferable dog who lives in my building): If it isn't @jillisblack. Me: You know that it's just Jill. All I want to do is go inside, okay? Please find your owners and leave me alone. I began to search frantically for my keys. Nelly: You gotta get inside so you can screenshot some more evidence of you manipulating 14 year-old racists, huh? That's got to make you feel good after a long day of adulting. Me: It's not like that, Nelly. Nelly: I like those um...what do you call those videos you do where you talk about relationships like a smug little know-it-all? Me: Unsolicited dating advice with @jillisblack? Nelly: Yeah, those. Lots of videos now all of a sudden. That's different. Me: It doesn't mean anything. Nelly: Sure. Right, of course. You're on that other tip now, huh? Working out all of that junior high Oreo rage? That's cool. I see you. Me: It's not a "tip," okay? It's not a fucking tip. I'm going inside. Nelly: Somebody in the comments section wants clarification about that whole "are you mixed thing." You want me to answer them for you because I've seen your--- Me: Goodnight, Nelly. Nelly: Alright, girl. Good talk. #selfie #blackgirlmagic #thecutlife #sometimesthishappens