June 2010
In Which My Teenage Fantasies Die A Quick, Painful Death
From this:
To this:
He used to be such a good leaner, you know?
How Tina Fey ousted Carrie Bradshaw →
salon.com
(via chatter: positivelynyc)
For every time Carrie strutted through SoHo without tugging up her tube top, we have Liz Lemon, substituting a one-piece bathing suit for clean underwear. Where Carrie was glamorous, articulate and the toast of New York, Liz Lemon talks with her mouth full and drops Tostitos in her bra.
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Does Carrie still have a place in recession America? Or will she land in Manhattan to find that all that’s left of her following is a legion of Lemons, fumbling with the water cooler in our slankets?
Yep. Awesome.
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Why must Joan mock my sleepshirts?
Sadness
I’m freelancing on this project and instead of going to the parade I’m at home working :/
Ugh. What is going on here? An old acquantence said we should hang out so last week didn’t work and he told me so via email last Saturday so I emailed him Monday and said fine and called him last night to see if he still wanted to hang out this weekend.
Did I do something wrong here? I mean let’s just make a plan dude. The ONLY reason I like to have some idea of what the weekend holds is so I can budget- if I’m not going out tomorrow I can drink tonight, for example.
Sigggggh.
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