I Think I Am Liz Lemon, And Not In A Cutesy Way.

I'm not like those girls who think they are Zooey Deschanel in New Girl or Rachel McAdams in all her movies ever. I don't pretend to be especially feminine or have abnormally big blue eyes or nice boobs or a weirdly husky singing voice. 

But I'm pretty sure I am Liz Lemon. I have weird poofy brown hair and few emotional ambitions and my voice gets high pitched when I'm tired and I'm weird in ways that often scare people away and I'm not usually the "fun one" and I do well in leadership roles and color coding makes me hot. 

So sue me. Highlighters are sexy, don't try to deny it. There's just something about sticky notes and an organized agenda, I don't know how to explain it but we both know what I'm talking about right now.

I love those sticky things with the different color tabs on the end for marking pages in a binder. 

I love paper clips sorted by size.

Also I love food but I don't think that's a Liz thing, I think that's a people thing. Bitches be eating kale chips all up in here but I know they secretly want this deep-fried pecora. I'm bringing these ethnic truth bombs one at a time.

Oh god, what is happening to me?