Paranoia!

That Winged Kids site is making me more and more paranoid by the minute.

After spotting that waiter in the park the other day, it reminded me of two things that happened at the restaurant: 1. Man, that was funny! 2. All those people took pictures of us ! Translation? They're bound to show up on that stupid conspiracy website!

And, what do ya know! Jason is blabbing all over the site about how he saw us "morph into these things with wings." (I wish he would just morph into oblivion!)

I can't believe how stupid we were! Yeah, it was wrong of him not to serve us (we had the cash to buy all that food), but I should have played it cool instead of instigating that big scene. But really, how am I supposed to set a good example for the flock when that snot-nosed waiter's head is just calling for a bowl of olive oil!?

Why does it seem like everything I do is a big spectacle? Nothing can be simple.

Hopefully this all blows over. And SOON.