in which i identify with liz lemon
(except i’d actually be spilling the coffee)
(it’s been known to misuse pronouns)
(thoroughly useless without coffee)
(people get confused when i dress up)
i could keep going, but i need to go to the 7th anniversary party of my favorite dive bar, which i am mostly attending for the free grilled cheese. lemon out!
(all images via fuckyeahlizlemon)