In which Emma offers a visual representation of the end of the semester as an explanation as to why she hasn’t been blogging lately. WARNING: TERRIFYING MIMES.
Dear Mr. Coffee, I have, yet again, felt the terror of your hatred and disdain. At this point, it’s all too clear: we have grown apart, and so have our wants and needs. It’s over, Mr. Coffee. I wish you the best. And no, we cannot be friends. Good luck with your future endeavors at …
In which Emma tries something different by offering an important list.
Here’s the second part of the story I started last week. There are bongos in this part.
In which Emma shows pictures of awesome things rather than complaining about being sick, and then does the whole photo-a-day thing, natch.
In which Emma ditches her dreams of a fancy party at the altar because she realizes they aren’t the point.
In which Emma explains why she isn’t moaning and groaning and shows photos from an awesome week.
In which Emma review the week and offers a pictorial representation of what it feels like to have kidney stones.
In which Emma fights through her death plague to post her photos of the week.
In which Emma offers a great many photographs for the week and then some past.