The art of blank profile. Ha, kidding. Who doesn't want to babble ever the opportunity arises? Not me, apparently. Fact is, even the most introverted people you have the luck to encouter DO love speaking about themshelves. No shit, if only you know just the right knobs to push and whatnot, torture and interrogation forces accross the galaxies will race to employ you sack of cells.

Putting aside that side of humanity, let me babbles about my backfired project in Naruto fandom I have published. No, there's nothing wrong with my plotbaby. I plan on opening the curtain with pretty generic plotline and BAMM!!! the climax with utter plot twists that mindfucks even the author raw. Problem is, I spend too much thought on the set up that I neglect to add in a key recipe, that... urgh.

Right, I write this with the assumption that no one will be reading this soon. While you're at it, I must be somewhere on this planet, breeding plotbunnies like the horny aspiring writer I am. Or dead. Or taking a dump. Whatever.

Age: Alive enough to dream, young enough to be banned from alcohol.

P.s: Offended? Wanna avenge your dignity? Go ta yo mama's breasts. I ain't give a flying banner, yoi.