"Shawn, I Might Be High On Too Much String Cheese, But What The Hell..."
So, Audible kept saying, "Oh, you super duper love Jenny Lawson, so you should check out Lindy West!" To the best of my knowledge, I didn't recognize the name, but she's a fat white chick who is probably my age-ish, so I clicked on a title and listened to the sample, and decided they were totes right. So, after a month of refraining from the goddamned slippery slope of buying multiple Audible coins at a time, to sorta save money by spending money (no one who never had to wait for weekly trips to the library will, perhaps not quite understand an addiction to getting any damned book in the entire damned universe INSTANTLY), I went low-key nuts and bought a Lindy West book called The Witches Are Coming. Yikesabee, y'all. It's fucking amazeballs and I'm having this weird sensation. It's not frisson but it isn't NOT frisson. I suppose the idea of doppelgangers is close enough to what this feels like. I get an identical sensation when watching Lind...