The first thing you need to know is that there is nothing extraordinary about this blog. The second thing you need to know is that I am cynical...like really cynical. These two things combine to produce my cynical musings on some mundane things that are probably not interesting to anyone but me. But I feel like there should be some sort of outlet for my cynicism so that I do not inflict it on my friends and family while they are still speaking to me. Blogging is cheaper than therapy. And it is less time-consuming than finding new friends.
I would also like to take this opportunity to apologize to my parents for all the cussing. Sorry.
Amanda Eckard was born in Orlando, the land of Disney. Unfortunately for her, she was not born as a cartoon. She was a happy child in Florida. She played outside, had lots of friends, rode her bike, was good in school and enjoyed a well-rounded childhood. Then her mom took a job in Atlanta...and her life went down the shitter. She started watching lots of television, had no friends except for the ones she made up (like Patrick Swayze), ate sugar straight from the jar, became a fat ass and joined the marching band. THE MARCHING BAND. The only joy she would get would be to ride her bike to Little Caesars for a personal pan pizza...every day. This is the exact point where Amanda's cynicism was born. And the rest, as they say, is history. Thankfully she didn't lose her cynisim when she lost a lot of weight. She now lives in Nashville and likes to floss for fun. Plus, she really likes beer, which has nothing to do with anything. But now you are thinking about beer, so there's that.