I’m a person. I, perhaps naively, believe that I exist in reality. I constantly think about stupid shit, obsess about deciding what the why is to me for things that don’t matter. I tinker with the wording of a single sentence for longer than I should, then shrug and say, “Fuck it. Good enough.” I am usually a cheerful cynic. We are all fucked, but that doesn’t mean it has to keep us down. I try not to shut down the expression of opinions that are different than my own. I am my favorite topic. Most importantly, though, gray is my favorite color and I love dropping the shadow thing on these little text boxes. Spiffy.