I'm Amanda, but feel free to call me Panda.
I love talking about myself. I like giraffes and I don't drink. I also want a pet penguin named Sasquatch. I smoke too much. I brush my teeth in the shower and I'm almost always happy.
I'm generous and warmhearted, creative and enthusiastic, broad-minded and expansive, faithful and loving, pompous and patronizing, bossy and interfering, dogmatic and intolerant, sensible and cautious, careful and practical, clever and loyal, critical and sarcastic.
I'm a realist.
I'm grotesquely pulchritudinous and shameless.
I can be cantankerous and abrasive.
I hate when people call me and don't leave messages if I don't answer. And I'm addicted to text messaging.
I love makeup. I wear more than I need. I color my hair on whims.
My friends mean the world to me.
I love everyone all the time. A lot of people say I use the word "love" so much that it loses its meaning, but I disagree. I love everyone in my life because they're what keeps me going, and if I were to lose one of them and the last thing I said to them wasn't "I love you," I would hate myself forever. So I say it all the time just in case.
I got a shitty tattoo from a hungover Mexican guy in California out of his apartment, and my dad hates it but I'm absolutely in love with it.
I believe in life in other galaxies, but I'm not a conspiracy theorist.
The end of SLC Punk, where Bob dies, makes me cry every time I watch it.
I fall in love way too fast and way too hard, and always get my heart broken in the end, and even though it sucks and I know it's coming... I can't stop myself. I love being in love.
I like eskimo kisses. I'll give them to anyone who will let me.
I also love hugs. There's almost nothing in the world better than a hug. If you see me at work, gimme a hug.
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