Ask me anything   working on my MA in literature (does anyone want to discuss intersections of gender, religion, and colonialism in 18th century irish and/or transatlantic literature with me? no? your loss.) at a D1 university in the inland northwest, where the whiskey flows freely and the coffee tastes like pencil shavings. i am what would happen if cj cregg, britta perry, peggy olson, and liz lemon could collectively procreate; it's exactly as weird as it sounds.