book: I Love You More Than You Know
tonight I came home and read I Love You More Than You Know, a book of essays by Jonathan Ames. It's the kind of book that makes you think about the essays you want to write and the details you want to include. Today I took two tests (I got an 89 on one and 90something on the other) and afterwards felt drained and went to work and drank a coke and talked to David Ewens. He told me my breasts looked nice in this shirt, which is a nice thing to hear after you are tired and cold and have just taken two tests that you felt bested you. Anyway, after all that I came home and read I Love You More Than You Know.
It's funny though I only laughed out loud a few times, mostly at the definitions. I read it in one sitting on the uncomfortable futon. I quite liked the bit on "Our Selves Between Us" even though it was sad, because everyone wants to be missed someday, and I liked "No Contact, Asshole!" because of the second to last paragraph. This reminds me of books of comedic essays which I would always read while on vacation with my family; I think because my mother loves Dave Barry and my grandfather loves Lewis Grizzard. There were more poop jokes in this one.