And if you don't follow my Facebook page, for God's sake throw me a bone, people. This entire post is going to be about my feelings of inadequacy. How about if you don't add to it by ignoring me on social media?
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I'm GREAT, you hear me? |
People, read this book. Buy it, borrow it, steal it, I don't care. (Really, I don't. Get your ass thrown in jail over a book recommendation, whatever. Just don't get a funny blog post out of it, because I could NOT handle that.) It's amazing. It's immensely funny, and it's touching, and it's just so goddamn smart. Allie Brosh is a hugely talented, creative person. I don't even mind that she makes me feel as if I can't write my own fucking name.
Hardly at all.
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I am this. The cat is everybody else. The bowl is pretty cool, too. |
And I maybe have this tiny, utterly insane notion that I'm keeping tabs on the competition, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.
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Someone slap me, please. |
Because I love self-flagellation, clearly.
There are two ways I can react to reading these two books, written by these two inspiring and totally kick-ass women:
1) I can aspire to join them, by stepping up my game, honing my craft, working at getting my stuff read, and believing in myself.
2) I can design a device that will kick me in the ass every time I push a button, then curl up into a fetal position with a bottle of vodka and start pushing that fucker until I'm too drunk to work my fingers.
Technically, I suppose I can do both of these things, either simultaneously or on alternating days. I could also give up this whole writing scam and concentrate on being a productive citizen of my community.
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I'd need to buy some mom jeans. |
Can I just do the parts where I hone my craft and drink vodka?
Or hone my vodka and drink my craft?
Look, until a miracle occurs and you can buy a book written by me, read Let's Pretend This Never Happened and Hyperbole and a Half. They're fantastic. You can borrow my copies, if you don't mind the occasional page stained with bitter tears.
And peanut oil. I got a big jar of mixed nuts for Christmas, too. Santa is trying to send me a message, clearly.
You got peanut oil for Christmas?
ReplyDeleteHahaha! The peanut oil would be from all the mixed nuts I've been eating as I read. But it would be a thoughtful, heart-healthy gift, a great big vat of peanut oil. For the girl who has almost nothing but hates receiving gifts.
DeleteLoved both books!! Took me less than 2 days to finish both!! Can't wait to read yours!!
ReplyDeleteYou're awesome.
ReplyDeleteSorry. I gave up on Fakebook. Make a page on Google + and then you're talking.
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