In which Emma somehow manages to provide spoilers for her own damn blog.
In which Emma posts a lot of cat photos, even for Emma.
In which Emma gets all festive and glittery.
In which Emma is confused about the fact that apparently it’s December?
A belated but grateful photo recap.
In which Emma combines Instagram, poetry, and general misanthropy in an attempt to make the most obnoxious blog entry ever.
In which Emma talks about her poor taste in candies.
In which I describe the intensity of the most intense week I’ve ever had EVER (NOTE: actual intensity of said most intense week is not guaranteed).
In which Emma announces her intentions to (finally) (maybe) actually get organized and then posts a bunch of pictures of her cats sleeping and looking at things with scorn.
In which Emma shares some hard-learned lessons and also some pictures of stuff.