The ingredients of me...

There are many things inside of me. Some which I am proud of some of which I can't get rid of. Whatever they are, they are what makes me me. Some would say that I am a carbon-based sack of mostly water, well others would say that all that water is actually sewage. Others would say that I am mostly snakes, snails, and puppy-dog tails, while some would say that I am not that complex.
So what am I made out of? When I smell myself I mostly smell like cheese (not the blue kind, but rather Gouda) This is becuase I love to eat it. When I rub my face it feels prickly, and when I poke myself my finger has a hard time escaping the rolls. So there you have it. By that definition, I am a big, fat, prickly block of Guoda cheese. Hmm, Hmm, good.
However, for those of us that look deeper than the outside, well that's a whole different story. So, whatever it is that I am made of, it is definetly unique. I have yet to have met one like me, and a "praise be to God" for that.
This has been a random thought brought to you by the wonderful workings of the inner sanctum of Ian's mind.