Hi, hello, hey. Welcome to my lazily-written profile. Thank you for clicking on my penname.

So, nice to meet you, or rather, nice of you taking your time to read this. I'd rather not talk too much about myself, but if you are one of those persistent types that want to know anything about me, then I'd simply say; Uhm, I like food. No, really, I like food. I like eating, and that's already saying too much about myself. But honestly, who doesn't like a good piece of bacon, or perhaps a plate of waffles should suffice? Anyway, I'm not eniterly sure of what else I could write here, so throw me a little bone, will ya? Raise your hands up in the air, shout "Potatoes!" and feel damn good about yourself. No reason, just do it. I do it too, so let's do so together. Let's all unabashedly share the same potato experience, let's all have something in common, okay?

Now that we're all hyped up and running, maybe I'm in the mood to talk about myself and reveal a thing or two. Tiny things, small details that don't necessarily involve anything edible, directly or indirectly. Okay, let's start this thing over, shall we?

Alright, hello. I'll spare you another warm welcome, since my last one didn't seem as satisfying as I would imagine(who welcomes people by telling them they like bacon, anyway? I mean, come on).

My name is a meaningless word that I share with millions out there in the anonymous world, and my age is a number that eventually wont matter, just like my interests, likes and dislikes, hobbies and habits. I don't intend to sound too mysterious though, if there's anything you'd actually like to ask, you're free to do so. I like to socialize, so strike up a conversation with me, I'd love that. We can talk about how your day was, or mine. We can talk about why the Hell anyone would randomly raise their hands in the air and shout the word 'potatoes' for no apparent reason, and then talk about how crazy I am because I actually do that, maybe on a daily basis, but hey, you'll never know until you ask. You'll never know until I answer.

But for now, just because I feel like I am talking to a wall(because I literally am; I am facing the wall while writing this, funny right?), let's talk about why I am here. You clicked on my penname, obviously wanting to know what kind of silly shit I'd write about myself, so let me at least try to entertain you while you're at it, okay? I'll give you a cookie, because I am a nice person.

Obviously, I am here because I like to write--No, well. Actually, I love writing, setting up a whole world in mere words, throwing in feelings and actions in a mixed cocktail, ready to be sipped while the sun goes down in the horizon. Huh, funny way to describe it, I guess. Writing stories is kind of like a stress reliever. Sex is a better reliever, I know, but it's too much work. Plus, I don't think you're here to listen to me talk about my sex life(or lack there of), now are you?

Ah, it's okay. Remember, I like conversations, ask if you want--but let's not turn this into a porno. Please, there might be children watching.

Okay, back to why I am here, yes. I think you already know, actually. I don't believe I need another reason to be here other than love writing and messing around with fictional characters that aren't even mine, but I screw around with them enough to call it fun. Wait a minute, isn't this the exact reason why everyone's here, anyway? If so, then I should be more creative. Ok, ok.

Give me two minutes, let me think of other reasons I found myself stranded on this island of Fictions.

Okay, I think I got something. Personally, I think writing is a lovely thing, really, and I believe everyone should do so. And when I mean everyone should write, not full stories, fantasies and such, but anything they want. They can write whatever they feel like writing, like numbers, or small sentences, or even their own name repeatedly. Because writing is a lovely thing, and at least when I do so, I feel how I express myself through my fingers. And it's good. I am a loud mouth in general, I talk shit all the time, I make less sense 24/7 when I use my voice rather than when I use my fingers to express emotion, feeling. Of course, maybe I'm more of an idiot, since I do feel like not making sense right now, while writing. Haha! Listen to me ramble about my own writing crap. But you're still here, and if you're still reading, I'll give you another cookie, because I am a nice person.

Alright, so, I've been here way longer than I imagined, and I've picked up a couple of things along the way. Very subtle things that initially didn't make sense to me. You know that thing when you are introduced to something for the first time, and then you decide you like it even though you don't understand its functions yet, but you go along with it because it just feels right? That is exactly how I felt when I started writing. I didn't know how to write, I didn't know what to write, but I did anyway--I followed the flow and I thought it was great. It was not, of course, haha. I wrote a lot of shit, a lot of regrets and mistakes that were embarrassingly posted here, just a few years ago, too. (I've deleted them of course, so don't ask me to show you, they are long forgotten in a world full of deleted stories that never existed)

Well, those regrets and mistakes led me to where I am now, so I am kind of thankful I did them. Never said I write the perfect stories now, but I never said I didn't improve either. POTATOES! I raised my hands while shouting this--I needed it, because I felt like being all mushy for mentioning how I feel about writing. Ugh, you're so weak, MikroSouvlaki, grow the fuck up(and change your damn avatar, wtf, that watermelon spells disappointment ugh).

Why am I here? I ask myself. Why is this so called 'lazily-written profile' so long and full of shit? I ask myself that too, because it's true. However, the answer always will be; Because writing is a lovely thing(and Batman, Batman is also the answer(because he's always the answer)). I guess I was wrong though. I couldn't be more creative by thinking for two minutes. I guess I really don't need another reason to be here, just like you don't need another reason to read all this crap other than you simply wanting to.

Are you being entertained so far? It's alright, you can stop here if this seems boring. I won't feel depressed if you won't read any further, I'll still give you those damn cookies you deserve.

If you're staying however, let's talk more, yes? I love talking, I also love eating. I think I told you about both already.

Now, about the things I write. Everything I write are mostly from those little so-called 'plot bunnies' that attack me randomly, sometimes when I wash the dishes, others when I walk my dog(God, she's so adorbz), or even when I brush my teeth. They all attack me at random points in my everyday life routine, and as much as I appreciate the attention from those fuckers, I don't use all of them(that's right, plot bunnies, cry in the corner). I write a story only if it's worth the attention that this site brings, and if the plot isn't worth it, *SPOILER ALERT!!* the plot bunny dies. Poor thing(Ha). But of course, even if it weren't worth it, if I am in the mood and have the right amount of motivation, then I go for it either way, just for the funsies. Because writing is a lov--fuck, I have to stop saying that. (Remind me next time)

I also tend to be lazy. I like being lazy, who doesn't? Sometimes I won't write for days, weeks, months, years. I like being lazy, but perhaps at some point there actually might be something that's stopping me(hence to why I sometimes update my stories rather late). Maybe that's an excuse, or maybe not. It doesn't really matter--(actually it does, especially when people demand updates ahhh, whatever)

I also suck in English. Surprised? You may think "Ah no, judging by your whole 'lazily-written' profile, your English looks perfectly fine to me!" Think again. When I write my stories, I proofread them at least 4 times--imagine how many times I proofread this. How many times I proofread my damn profile that isn't even a story to begin with. I make too many mistakes for my own good, it's dangerous. And yes, I have no beta readers/editors, and frankly, I don't want or need one. POTATOES!!! Just shouting that, 'cause I felt rather bad for bitching about something so trivial. Excuse all my mistakes and errors, both here and in my stories. Back to you, my friend.

Ah. I think I am actually done talking. Was it tiring, my whole profile? Will you never come back? It's okay, I'd understand if you won't by now--I tend to write a lot of shit that exhausts many. But of course, I still do have even more shit to mention. It's gonna be short, so stay with me, please.

I just want to casually put this thing here, so I wont repeat the same process every single time. When I write something, I don't own anything, no fictional characters, none of them or anything else you may think possible for me to own. None except the plot bunny(that might die if I used it the wrong way). I am just putting this here, because I still find it odd for it being such a trend these days. When did it become a trend, anyways? They're fanfictions, no one's supposed to own anything other than their pure imagination. Right, right? Am I right?(please let me be right)

Alright, I assure you I am finally done rambling. I apologize for wasting your time. I did say it was a lazy profile, but I can't help myself when I start typing. You know how that goes--I bet you love writing just as much as I do. Don't give me that look--(shout 'potatoes', now!). If all this reading tired you out, I'll apologize with the form of a third cookie.

Here, take this damn cookie, you deserve it and I am giving it to you. Why? Because, I am a nice person.

Have a good day.