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imacarrot

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About Me

I am married to a robot, his name is Rodimus Prime...seeing that he is made of metal he can be pretty noisy sometimes when he gets up in the morning, but it doesnt half come in handy when the old decepticons pop in for a battle every now and then or when i can't open jars of things like pickled onions...i also happen to be a Ginger...bitter about it...but 50% proud of it...and yes i have heard every insult that goes with the territory...kids can be so cruel, but inventive? not so much apparently...

i like to imagine situations which are just outside the realms of possibility and picture what i would do if ever faced with such things...for example if i was in work one day and a mysterious man came in and offered to turn me into a computer game where i have all sorts of magical powers and weapons, but i would have to shave my head in order for them to get the graphics right because i would have to wear sensor type things and prance about in front of a blue screen for ages, but i would get paid 100,00...i mean yes of course my hair would grow back eventually, but then again it's nearly a metre long so naturally this pondering about such dilemas takes up quite a hefty amount of my time...

i like talking to people but i dont like people who talk because they have to, silence is golden as Frankie Valli once said, so if there is nothing of interest to say then perhaps sit out a few plays and think of something other than, " Hows you hamster?" or "are you a brussel sprout fan?" (the answers to these are "Grand" and "Hell yes" respectively, just incase you really wanted to know because stuff like that bugs me and then i cant get a good nights sleep until i find out the answers, like when you go to tell somebody something and can't remember and they say oh it must have been a lie then and then you get more annoyed because not only can't you remember but you're being accused of being a liar on top of it all!)

i sometimes get a feeling like my head is dissolving when people touch my stuff...its not because im angry, or happy...in fact i dont know why it happens to be honest...if anyone else gets this let me know...please...i feel so alone on this issue...

That man makes me feel funny...

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

a proper flamingo...or anyone with a dissolving head feeling...