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This whole episode is just one giant GPOY. :|

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Some days I seriously walk through the office like this because it’s both hilarious and comfortable, but then I remember that not everyone has seen 30 Rock, and thus they probably all just think I’m insane. Oops. 

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I just downloaded the 30 Rock soundtrack, mainly for the cover of the Christmas Waltz that Jane Krakowski and Cheyenne Jackson did. And then I realized it has some of the background music, so I’ve been listening to it on the subway to work, pretending to be Liz Lemon the whole time, of course.

Did I ever tell you about my own personal Sandwich Day?

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 ”Perhaps you’re a parent and you bought this book to learn how to raise an achievement-oriented, drug-free, adult virgin. You’ll find that too. The essential ingredients, I can tell you up front, are a strong father figure, bad skin, and a child-sized colonial lady outfit”

- Bossypants, Tina Fey

OK, I don’t have bad skin, but the rest of this passage is my life to a tee. Here’s my dad at Christmas dinner a few years ago, wearing his “This is what a feminist looks like” shirt and a matching pink paper crown. Is it any wonder that I turned out the way I did?

Yep. 

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I was doing some really non-strenuous walking around my office and thinking “Whyyyy is this making my legs hurt?” when it finally struck me that I’d gone for a run last night and maybe that was why I had this dull ache whenever I attempted to move.  

Before anyone gets the wrong idea about me, I do not go for runs. For one, I feel very Liz Lemon about exercise (“I’m going to run around in a circle so I live longer!” Humbug.) Also my dad has made me paranoid by mocking all of his friends for getting knee surgery as a result of their running addictions and I don’t want that to happen to me! But anyway. Last night, I was having this moment of mild panic about life, you know? And I was alone in my apartment and I had all this nervous energy I had to get out, so I convinced myself that maybe running around my block a few times would help and it DID. God, I’m good at fixing problems.  

But now I won’t run again for another six months, so don’t think I’m changing my ways or anything here.

I am the crocheting squid of being awesome!

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