A Goal

I assume that everything in moderation is the best path to a healthy, rewarding life, so I am moderately intoxicated. However, everyone needs an excess. If I had to choose an excess, I would choose an excess of happiness. What would I look like if I were excessively happy? I would probably do a lot of giggling and waving my hands in the air. I might drool or poop myself at times. That wouldn't matter. Hell, I wouldn't care what I looked like or smelled like. I would be submerged in a constant bath of pleasure, and angry people would secretly like me. That's a goal,

a ¡GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL!
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