When I was a little kid and we went to the beach, I always had this strange and terrifying and utterly disorienting moment where I’d think to myself this is our first day at the beach; we have four more days at the beach, and then this vacation is over. That sentence, I now realize, … Continue reading »
Category Archives: Emma’s attempts at real life (failed or otherwise)
Radio Free Gertrude
In which Emma writes about why it’s really hard for her to not bring up the formal wear store Frills and Fancies in every conversation, and also talks about her cats, duh. Continue reading »
There’s Gonna Be Some Changes Around Here
In which Emma explains what the heck is going on with the blog for God’s sake. Continue reading »
Dear Mr. Coffee
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 … Continue reading »
AWP: Traditions, Revisions, Permissions (Or I’m Okay, You’re Okay, Let’s Skip The Dance Party)
She doesn’t even go here! Continue reading »
Sometimes things are exciting …
In which Emma talks about some Seriously Exciting Things and gives so many links your head may explode with all the awesome. Continue reading »
When Life Throws Lemons At Your Face, Smash Those Bastards Up And Make A Cocktail
In which Emma uses a curse word in the title of her blog entry, which will probably make her mother use her middle name. Continue reading »
Dr. Strangedrugs, Or How I Learned to Stop Worrying Because I Forgot About What I Was Worrying About (Part Three)
In which I finally kind of finish up the whole Neurontin story. Kind of. Also I make two very important clarifications, one of which is about bongos. Continue reading »
Dr. Strangedrugs, Or How I Learned To Stop Worrying Because I Forgot What I Was Worried About (Part Two)
Here’s the second part of the story I started last week. There are bongos in this part. Continue reading »
Dr. Strangedrugs, Or How I Learned To Stop Worrying Because I Forgot What I Was Worried About (Part One)
In which Emma talks about that time she went blind while driving. And then there were bongos. Continue reading »