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Endings are hard (TV endings I mean)

I have a weird tendency to not watch the ending of TV series I like. You’ll notice that I didn’t say “habit” but “tendency” because I swear it’s unintentional.

I feel like I may have told you this at some point. Did I? My memory isn’t the greatest right now, still.

To this day, I haven’t watched the finale of 30 Rock, in spite of it being one of my top five favorite shows of all time.

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Property of NBC or similar

Part of that stems from the whole Hazel character introduction because UGH. The rest is me worrying that the ending won’t live up to the show. Continue reading

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Shame Sex

I think we all have someone in mind. A person we’d hook up with if presented with the opportunity…even if the person isn’t conventionally attractive.

They might even be kind of gross. Or insane. Want to know who I’d have Shame Sex with? Continue reading

Let us celebrate Anna Howard Shaw Day

My love for @candacearm grew [from big to enormous] when she reminded me of this 30 Rock segment starring Liz Lemon and her rebellion against the tyranny of Valentine’s Day.

Me? I will be ignoring Valentine’s Day this year–I’ll be on a business trip.

Reasons I need a boyfriend

There’s a Twilight greeting card on my fridge. In my defense, I didn’t buy it. My friend sent it to me.

I spend way too much time on Twitter.

My sleepwear choices are embarrassing, even to me.

When I’m home alone, I burp loudly and often. It’s probably all of the food I have delivered.

Some Liz Lemon storylines on 30 Rock remind me of myself. Truth be told, lots of them do.

What’s your most embarrassing habit when you’re flying solo?

Smug hipster marrieds

More than once I have described myself as the unfortunate marriage of Liz Lemon and Bridget Jones. Whether or not you’d agree with that assessment depends on the circumstances in which you’ve witnessed my episodic awkwardness and clumsiness.

This past weekend, I experienced this classic Bridget Jones moment albeit Brooklyn-style.

Smug Marrieds

Fortunately I was able to do an Irish goodbye after three beers. I escaped my building’s roof deck, went back to my apartment and played All By Myself.*

*Not really.

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