Amanda Failure Princess

a few things:

i hope the meaning of the title of this blog is easy enough to figure out.

i was going to subtitle it “hideously disfigured since 1981″ but then i felt guilty, b/c some people really are, moreso than i

i don’t like capital letters much, so i don’t really use them unless it strikes my fancy.

no one is reading this yet, but if anyone ever does, i really would appreciate comments.

if you are easily offended, stop reading now. i am opinionated and overly dramatic 90% of the time. but not in real life, LOL!

if you don’t like makeup, perfume, and grooming etc., you will most likely still enjoy my stories. and please don’t hate on me for liking these things. B.O. and a ginormo 70s bush do not make you more intelligent than i, sorry.

i love my family and friends more than anything. closely followed by complaining and lipgloss. who knew?

i am the queen of T.M.I.

mom, that means “too much information.” and maybe you shouldn’t be reading this.

just fyi, “poetry” is not synonymous with “bad poetry” folks, but don’t worry, i am not planning on posting any of mine here, really. unless you are one of the many people that consider each one of my words sweet sweet poetry… wait, hello?

my favorite person on earth is my grandpa. he doesn’t remember me anymore, but i love him.

sometimes i can be mean. usually i try to do so artfully, but if i hurt anyone’s feelings, i am sorry.

i am working on gossiping less, and talking about myself less, and being less dramatic. um, but not on this blog.

90% of my wardrobe is second hand.

my sexual identity is somewhat ambiguous. suggestions welcomed!

i am highly critical of myself and others, which can be good and bad, but is never sexy. oh well.

i really like lists and i make them frequently.

well, that’s all for now. i am still working on some graphics for this site and figuring out some of the tricks. i am not a computer genius. pero, genius in general, si.