Jen Lancaster, if I were a man I would MAKE you cheat on a man named Fletch

Today's blog, not that I am EVER regular with my blogs to call it a "daily" thing.



A letter to Mrs. Jen Lancaster (who I wish I were... was... am...*fuck tense!*)



Dear Jen,



I am so informal due to the fact that I, like all of your readers, feel that I am entitled to be your friend. You have opened your life to us. You have opened your feelings to us, you have opened your smart assed, pearl wearing self to us, and I salute you. As if you have never heard that before.

Upon putting away a stack of books at work, I happened upon Bright Lights, Big Ass. I read a bit, then bought Bitter in the New Black. Fell in love, then read Bright Lights fully. Then googled, and realized that a DAY EARLIER you had relased Such A Pretty Fat. I don't know how to tell you that I am so enamored by your writing that I want to (like a three year old) emulate all that you are.

You inspire me, you make me want to believe in myself, you are everything that I am and everything that I am not.



I wish this were longer and more articulate, but, in the long run, know that you have impacted more than one life (and ass...) and that if you ran, I would vote for you for the President of the United States. ((I am all for hillary and the whole woman thing, but she seems like a bitch for no reason. Jen, you are a bitch for all the reasons I love. I would vote for YOUR bitch ass!))



Love, always (don't care how high school that sounds)

Amanda



PS: I know you need the house, but if you don't keep writing, I will vote for someone who will make you.