Oh come on. You arent being serious with me! OK, who is messing with my DNA here. I was perfectly happy swimming about with the boys and girls back home, and now I am in this different place. No friends near by, and I am outgrowing that black sack of foody goodness. I miss the warmth of my Dad. We used to call him "The Sack" because he would hold us all in one place.
So I caught a glimpse of myself in a photo. And lets just say I am not impressed. Have you seen what I am turning in to here?
OK, so the story goes like this. A woman comes by out of nowhere with this fancy machine and says "I need to take your photo! You are amazing!" and starts gushing at me. Frankly, it was kind of embarrasing. But being the good person I am, I let her take the photo.
Thats when I saw it. I look like a damn tortoise.
Well, if I am turning in to a tortoise, I am going to march the hell out of here as soon as I can. Although something just doesnt make sense here. When she took the photo, my head would have been on the other side...
I don't know. I think there is some black magic going on here. I dont think I will be letting anyone else take any photos of me for a long time!
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