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About Me

I spend a lot of my day worrying about octopuses; How close am I to one? How many are plotting to kill me at this exact moment? What happens of they grew real legs? Have any escaped from aquariums lately? Could one actually strangle me, or would it just cover my face and smother me?

Since I found out an octopus the size of a volleyball can fit into a can of juice, I've decanted every one since then into a glass that I can see through and I know there are no octopuses in it waiting for their moment. An octopus can fit through any hole provided it's at least the size of it's eye.

And it's not a phobia; A phobia is an irrational fear. There is NOTHING irrational about being scared of octopuses.

I've never met anyone who finds Paris Hilton attractive.

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My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Nobody, because I have this guy

Danny, noun; meaning amazing, astounding, gorgeous, magnificent. The most perfect entity on Earth.

There's nobody else in the whole wide world makes me feel this way...

My soulmatey Bub :]

He puts up with my fear of octopuses, and my constant pain and illness. He understands that occasionally I freak out if I think about the shape of animals too much, or if I take Solpadol. He knows, usually before I do, what's bothering me, and knows exactly how to fix it. He's the best at giving rubs and no matter what time, he'd gladly get up and run about after me. He's my wee best pal. Yet, despite all of this, I still annoy him when he's trying to sleep. I am heartless.