Amanda Failure Princess

last night i went to see a friend of mine’s new boobs. she got them lifted and a small implant the other day and already they look great. i am so jealous i could die. i can’t wait until i can afford to have major plastic surgery. even minor would be nice, like my double chin and droopy eyelid. then i could look like this pic christie took of me.

ha! then i met christie and her friends from back home at footsies. i have to admit, i felt somewhat honored that she thought me normal enough to meet her normal friends from normal, il. well, and shocked becuse really i might be the craziest bitch she knows, but oh well. anyway, as it turns out, robert and clare are NOT all that normal and are actually wild, crazy party animals. well, i could tell that from that spark in their eyes and from talking to them, even though they were a little jet lagged and super excited because…

oh my god, how exciting! my tough-as-nails badass exterior was almost melted by their love! oh, but don’t worry, i went home alone and ended up bitter and pissed as usual because there was NO parking on lucretia st. ah, what a life. going out every night, meeting new people, going to bed alone in flannel pajamas. oh hell yeah! but not to fear, soon i will have an exciting new job, and exciting new apartment, and all of the love, fame, and laser hair removal a girl could want.

i know it, i just know it.