Who Are You?

Well I'm 46.Mum and Dad both passed away in the last decade.In don't expect to have children so I guess this is the end of this little genetic mishmash.

 

if you are meat, you are technically animal, whether cessal or benthonic.
a meat mountain or meat beast, a living growing mass of cells,
even lacking in bones or sensory organs or cerebral cortex,
is still animal.

barnicles and sea stars are animals,
even though barnicals are cessal,
and sea stars lack a central nervous system.

 

I thought that was The Rock?

 

A dead corpse is not an animal nor is a frozen corpse an animal. It is merely what remains.

 

Oh, well I beg your pardon. Everyone knows that husbands don't look for hook ups. Silly me.

 

I am the eggman I am the walrus coocoogaggoo

 

If someone, for the purpose of testing you, asks you who you are, reply, "When you figure out who you are, you'll know who I am. Until then, don't trouble me with your silly questions."

 

I will give a serious answer now in spirit with your intentions

I am and will forever be a baby sister, my siblings will never look at me any other way. I personally think there have been times in my life i have been a selfish daughter but to my mom I am her sweet and dutiful daughhter and will always be her baby. To my lover I am, well, a lover, and also a quirky neurotic person who makes him laugh and brings a lot (too much?) energy to our house. To my friends I am fun and funny and sweet and sometimes really quiet and pensive but always up for absolutely any adventure, and also kind of out there, but they are too which is why we are friends.

 

I will always be thought of as the "little sister" to the older brothers, and "the girl" even to my younger brother.

My parents friends and siblings even called me M. and J.'s "girl".

I had 4 brothers and no sister.

I wasn't spoiled though; not by my parents and not by my brothers.

 

I am goofball . . .

 

i am the (a) guy, to whom fear/hatred of logic and/or of strangeness, IS the uncanny valley.

i am the (a) guy to whom, other then food, shelter and dry land to stand on,
trees, trains, computers and little furry creatures, are the only things that need to exist.

who finds gratification in creating and exploring, and none without one or the other.
(though often pursues them with a minimum of physical activity)

 

I am . . . here.

 

I'm a dirty kinky pervert old man.

I am perfect. Because I'm nobody and nobody is perfect.

 

I'm self obsessed and sexy all the way...

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mLNAkPsjAEk

 

this isn't the where are you thread. i'm sure one will be created soon though.

 

It's also not the NO CAPS ZONE, but here you are.