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)
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.