Sloane Crosley... I hate you.

I read "I Was Told There'd Be Cake" this week and it made me upset. I enthusiastically read every essay and I loved each one. Of course, I acknowledged that I was destined for self-loathing because Crosley is the writer I could never be. I don't think she is a particularly great writer... however, her style is so similar to mine that its a little creepy. I mean, I'm neither a writer nor a literary pundit but Jesus, if I only applied myself a couple of percentage points more, I could have wrote this book. Instead I am complaining in my blog that is littered with grammatical mistakes. Hmph.