i'm pretty nonsensical. i'm both a hopeless cynic and yet a rabid cynic. I adore philosophy and science but don't feel like picking up a book the vast majority of the time. i once choked on a toy lipstick when i was about 2. i also claim to get approached for Ellen Degeneres autographs all the time, which is unfortunately untrue. i'm 23 and clueless about where i'm headed or even where i want to. and PLEASE don't bother with your private pictures if you're just some old scuzzy 40-something with pictures of just a penis that makes me gag without jamming it down my throat.