Today in Liz Lemon Fashion

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Three day weekends, that magical time when you wash all your hoodies because they are all covered in visible food stains. Thanks, America!

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I rarely wear my hair up, but when I do it's to hide the fact that it's dirty. Or I'm hungover. Or both.

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Yes, that's a pretzel in my pocket. No, I'm not happy to see you. Ever.

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When in doubt, you can always count on stress-shopping for groceries to lift your spirits. And, obviously, eat.

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Some days, you just have to hide in the bathroom and eat pretzels.  Because, ug, people.

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Last month, I went to a conference in San Antonio and got my solid formal Liz Lemon fashion on.  This weekend, LL hits Las Vegas.  Look out world, I’ll be standing for hours in high heels!

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Look who got new glasses!  This gal!

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Today in Liz Lemon Fashion, I thought I was well dressed until I realized I was monochromatic. 

Navy Blue, anyone?

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That moment at a very fancy conference when you have to pretend that you didn’t just spill water all over yourself, your computer, and the table you’re standing at.

At least is was water

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You know what makes for a great lunch? Three day old del taco that hasn't been refrigerated! Just kidding.

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Kenneth: What are all these little plastic containers for? Are you pickling squirrel meat?  ‘Cause I can lend you my skull presser. Liz: No, Kenneth. I went to the new flagship compartment store on 5th Avenue and got everything I need to get my life in order.  There’s a stacker thing to separate your junk mail from you humidifier catalogs.  A thing you stick on your laptop that holds your keys.  A round plastic deal that holds your shoes with a pocket for a photograph of what shoes are in there.  I’m going to become wonderful.  It’s a new beginning.  Like a phoenix rising- [she gets hit by a bike] … Or, maybe this is gonna be the worst day ever. - 30 Rock, 3x14 The Funcooker

Today, in my own version of Liz Lemon Fashion, I bought clear plastic shelving units to replace/store the dilapidated cardboard box and piles of papers.  I may not be able to afford The Container Store, without all that fancy tv writer money and all, but I felt, for a brief moment that I, too, could be great. Then I smelled kettlecorn, which I ate for dinner with a class of boxed white wine over ice cubes while watching whatever new horror Jerry Springer is hosting.

That's right, folks!  More of the same!

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Note to self: just because the pizza is free, doesn't mean you need to eat 5 slices of it.

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Sunday funday

Staying in bed late, eating chips and watching 30 Rock reruns on Netflix. Enjoy your farmer's markets and brunches, this is my Sunday funday.

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Trying really hard to give a crap. 

Not super successful.  Damn you, Thursday!

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This is how yesterday's fancy dress and panty hose ended; tears and a public bathroom trashcan. Today I have significantly lowered my expectations.

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Happy Balentimes!

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Valentine's Day 2014 and 2015.

Looks like I have a new tradition; a cheesy but hot date for one, all night.