I'm cynical. Very, very cynical. My friends, (who are equally if not more cynical than I am) nickname me euphoria in real life. Why? I'm the manifestation of utter happiness. I adore the world around me. I like not eating meat, and dying from lack of trace elements in my system. I enjoy being crabflailed by angry officials for protesting on a park where you're not supposed to be on the grass.
Yeah, right.
Anyway, discuss.




