Now let me be clear, I'm a relatively happy heterosexual. It's just that sometimes you get caught up watching a show, suddenly 3 seasons have gone by and it's already tomorrow. Real case of the Mondays ! HA HA HA...
Rewatching 30 Rock from the start, and remembering my first experience with the show, I found myself, not as the analyst I idealize myself to be, but rather as the schoolgirl phasing out every character in the show except Jack Donaghy while ice cream gently drips from my lips on my purple PJs with my hair held up by the only crayon I have left from that not-so-long ago childhood.
