Yesterday I ran into a book (what an odd phrase… ran into a book. I definitely didn’t actually run into a book because not only would that make me look really stupid but also incredibly weak since books are so much smaller than me) that spoke to my soul in a way I have never realized. And no, it wasn’t the Bible. It was called F*** I’m in my Twenties (yes, seriously) by Emma Koenig and it was so funny that I read the whole book in one sitting at chapters. It was only about 80 pages…70 of which were doodles and drawing but I still finished a whole book in less than an hour. It counts.
The book goes through a series of encounters and conversations you would have while in your twenties and not only is it hilarious but it’s 130% accurate. I managed to take a couple pictures of the pages I thought were the most comical (don’t sue me, Chapters. Or Emma Koenig. I love you both too much) and I had to write about it. So I’m writing about writing… writeception?
This should have been the title of my blog.
Okay this page was extra hilarious to me because I was actually sitting in a Starbucks while I was reading this book and me and the Barista had a full on conversation about how my cat was doing (he’s extra fat now in case you were wondering…my cat that is. Not the Barista.)
I’m not kidding. I was so proud of this moment that I had to take a selfie of me drinking my coffee while reading about someone else’s encounter with their local barista.
I felt significantly less proud after I got caught taking the selfie with my coffee.
Replace “Google” with “Netflix” and “Law and Order” with “Vampire Diaries” and thats 90% of my day.
This aesthetically (I may or may not have had to google how to spell this) pleases me.
Taxes. ha. HAHANVEJRKNVEKNANIONDHAHAHAHHAHAHAH. Thats my thought on taxes. Which isn’t a real thought because I DON’T UNDERSTAND TAXES ENOUGH TO BE ABLE TO EVEN HAVE A THOUGHT ON THEM.
Ahhhh…..F#*%. I’m in my twenties.