I'm a .... witch.
Warthogs and Witches
Once upon a time there was a very vain girl who occasionally wore sunscreen. She worked two summers doing landscape maintenance ..... 6 hours per day .... in the sun. ..... yes, this girl was me. This job provided me with the perfect opportunity to say farewell to my pasty white skin. I was indeed naive. I wasn't really surprised when a mysterious bump began growing on my forehead a couple months ago, considering my sketchy past with sunscreen. I was prepared to accept the fact that I had precancerous garbage on my face. My mom was concerned so she called up the friendly neighborhood dermatologist and wanted him to take a look at it. We walked over to his house today ... he opened the door .... looked at me for 0.7 seconds and said .... "that's a wart." WHAT?! I'm a wartface?! NOOOOO! I guess I should be grateful it isn't cancerous .... but I'm kind of embarrassed to be put in the same category as witches and warthogs. Oh well. Looks like I will have to begin training my hair to part on the other side.