obsessive compulsive discovery

hi, I'm Amanda Rae...

...and greatness requires no disclaimer.

holler: amandaraebusch@yahoo.com

Indeed.

First post dedicated to ARB, who convinced me to blog again… even though we all know the first cut is the deepest.

So here we are, me beginning another humble blogarithm on what is surely the most depressing day at work spent in a looong time. This whole time, I am buoyed by the most enlightening quote on lesbianism I’ve heard in a while:

“Sex… with four breasts? Nope, can’t do it.” -SBH

Onward.

fuuuuck yeah! Welcome.

I choked on a pineapple.

— JV’s response to How are ya? The equivalent of I carried a watermelon? Methinks.

Missing piece of the puzzle: found.

Aug
27th

Wed

Wtf mates?

You look like the super picky type. So, find any Wall Street/Writer/Punk Rockers lately?

— No, S. Absolutely not. Yet.

Insert Foot... er wait a minute...

Boss: [pointing to a layout with ancient Indian wellness imagery] Whoa, for a second I thought these were sex positions…
Me: Can you imagine? See the next issue for an entire Kama Sutra pullout!
Boss: PULL OUT!?!?
And yet somehow I’m branded the inappropriate one. le sigh.

Aug
26th

Tue

Vision without action is a daydream; action without a vision is a nightmare.

— bottlecap of my lunchtime Honest Tea

Shiny & new!

I am the drug. Take me.

— Salvador Dali (inspired by vixeninthecity) (via bblove)

HE IS WEARING ROBOT SHORTS.

Ride tonight!

@ DMV. 830 sharp and already four deep!

Done.