Hey all you lovely cookies out there! Meet the cookie monster! Ha ha. Jk. Okay let's get back to business. I don't wanna sound retarded when you've so kindly decided to visit my profile. (though I am a retarded cookie, I'm warning you.)

So Hii all you amazing cookies/potatoes/unicorns! (I don't believe in anything else, and DEFINITELY not in humans.) I am a friendly (and demented and socially awkward and weird) cookie/unicorn/potato (I keep changing). First off, I really wanna hug you just because you are reading this. And if you are reading this, I assure you, you are a true and a smart potato/cookie/unicorn. Jk.. I'm sure you're amazing even if you don't read this. So I'm writing this really random story called 'The Magic Makers' and I would be really happy if you just go check it out. It hasn't got many reads and votes yet because it's kinda new. Anyway, I've typed a lot. Now I need to go and eat. A cookie. 
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I'm. Not. A. Cannibal. Right now I'm a potato. A potato's eating a cookie. Not Cannibalistic at all. 
Okay now I REALLY need to eat. Or I'm gonna die. *Dying potato noises*

Forever yours,
leviosapatronus.
I sound like a grandma. 
Grandma leviosapatronus.
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I didn't know I was so demented. Oh, well...