According to my Facebook, I occasionally feel like Liz Lemon, but am more often Jack Donaghey.

Aside from misspelling “Donaghy,” this statement is totally true.  I wish I could parlay my awkwardness into a nerdy-foxy-played-by-Tina-Fey charm, but the fact of the matter is that my dirty looks, rude-ish candor, and sometimes husky voice make me a total Jack.

Don’t believe me?  I was a Jack even in high school.

(yeah, I re-blogged it, so?)

And a few months ago, on New Years.

(that’s not a lip herp, I just have bad skin sometimes)

And always.

On an unrelated note, you can learn a lot about your neighbors when the weather is nice enough to leave your windows open.  I know who has a hacking cough, who enjoys Vietnamese trip hop, and who smokes a shitload of weed.