My name is Amanda. This is my blob. I mean blog. The giant bird in the photo is not me. I have far less feathers. I currently reside in San Francisco but am looking for a way to sneak away and move to Paris. Or Amsterdam. Or London. I’m dying to speak with a strange accent.
I’m married to a scruffy dude who cries at chick flicks and can’t eat dairy. My two daughters were born on the same day two years apart. They look nothing like me.
In addition to the humans I live with, I have a dog named Mango who hails from Taiwan, and two cats who love to vomit all over my white furniture. And I’m totally typing this in the nude. Kidding.
I have a job, and if you can guess what I do for a living you win my Uncle Brueg’s cremated remains. Yes, I’ll include the fancy urn.
I’m an avid music fan and only leave the house after dark to go and see a band play. I lead an extremely sheltered life.
Comments are strongly encouraged, I love comments. However I can no longer send egg rolls to every person who leaves a comment. I may be able to scrounge up a human toe. Or some raisins. So please, comment away…
You can email me if you’d like, I enjoy email. But please don’t try to sell me your junky products or tell me I suck. I’m really quite sensitive. You may offer me free things though, especially champagne. I love champagne.
brilliantsulk@me.com