If You Were Any Other Woman, I’d Be Turned On Right Now

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.

look at this morose motherfucker right here
(yeah, I re-blogged it, so?)

And a few months ago, on New Years.

New Years Cranky Eve
(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.

About erineph

I'm Erin. I have tattoos and more than one cat. I am an office drone, a music writer, and an erstwhile bartender. I am a cook in the bedroom and a whore in the kitchen. Things I enjoy include but are not limited to zombies, burritos, Cthulhu, Kurt Vonnegut, Keith Richards, accordions, perfumery, and wearing fat pants in the privacy of my own home.
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