my diet starts tomorrow.

You know that friend you're embarrassed to be seen in public with? The one that still uses Sun-In and wears frosted pink lip gloss on the reg to complement her spray tan and Bebe top? She's typically dressed in clothing that fit her pre-collegiate frame and now resides somewhere between muffin and top. Regardless of her physicality, girlfriend is out of her mind. Four years of co-ed life and binge drinking has transformed her into a man's worst nightmare.

Somewhere along the road of higher education she detoured, abandoned English Lit for Us Weekly, and began to obsess over teenage pop-stars instead of her falling GPA. This nutty strives to find a love as deep as Bella and Edward's, and until that happens, she'll have her feelings and eat them too. Her life is one never-ending guilty pleasure; a train-wreck if you will, and one that I simply can't won't look away from. It's pure comedic genius, and I am going to expand & exploit the shit out of it, just for you, starting now.

Before we dive into this budding relationship, a few formalities. My name is Amanda. I am a super-senior at the University of Texas at Austin studying Multimedia Journalism. I spent my first four years of college trying desperately to find my place; bouncing between a sorority, journos, moonlighting as a drag-rat and a study abroad stint in Barcelona, Spain. As a result of this extended soul searching, here I am--taking my last two required classes and blogging about mortifying, absurd and downright unacceptable guilty pleasures we women indulge in before I graduate in December. My parents are none too thrilled about this final grasp of a semester at their pocketbooks, but to that I say: look at this here blog I've created! I have made fire! Your money has not gone to waste!

But back to my aforementioned friend, and the inception of this entire operation. Every human being big or small, female or male partakes, from time to time, in worldly pleasures. None of us are exempt, that's for sure. Some of us, however, would prefer not to discuss said pleasures in the company of, say, potential mates, friends or anyone with a functioning brain. Why? Because many of the activities we indulge in are embarrassing, or even frowned upon by parts of society. Our pleasures are guilty, and we're all pleading the fifth.

That's the thing about guilty pleasures, though. They're so wrong they're right. We hate to love them, and when they don't apply, we LOVE to hate them. And while I'm well aware that our fellow earth-dwelling-but-extra-appendage-carrying counterparts pander in titillations equally disconcerting to those of women, there is something to be said about the contemporary fetishes that consume so many females today.

And so, friends, brace yourselves. I'm going to be finding and sharing the good, the bad and at least five kinds of ugly of some of the most outrageous guilty pleasures the women in my life regret to admit they love. And when I say ugly, I mean cupcake binges in the midst of a week-long juice-only diet.

Speaking of, its time to say adieu--I'm off to free nacho night with some of my main bitches. Ugh, and I'd been eating so healthy!

Whatever, my diet starts tomorrow.