A review by werdfert
Everything Was Fine Until Whatever by Chelsea Martin

months before i read this book, i was listening to the radio and i heard an acoustic cover of Sublime's "Santeria." suddenly everything seemed wrong in a fucked up way. like nothing mattered or made sense and i felt like i'd eaten a large pink flannel blanket.

now that i'm actually reading the book, i realize that chelsea martin looks like a girl who eats pop rocks and count chocula all the time and probably talks either too fast or too loud and when you are around her you just want her to take it down a notch. i can imagine her scratching her fingernails at my midnight window and making growling sounds with her crazy eyes.

after i finished (i didn't read it all - just kinda skimmed), i felt thirsty and the sun was shining on me. maybe those two things were related.