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, …
In which Emma wraps up her two-part year-in-review post and puts 2012, finally, to bed. Also there’s some important information about cats and hair accessories here.
In which Emma combines Instagram, poetry, and general misanthropy in an attempt to make the most obnoxious blog entry ever.
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.
Here is where I offer a short summary of my blog entry.
In which Emma gets kind of sappy about Christmas and all, to be perfectly honest, but then hopefully saves it with a little discussion of glitter. Not, sadly, the Mariah Carey movie of the same name, though you better bet that’s going to show up on the blog some time soon.
In which Emma retrospectates about May, and continues to try to make “retrospectate” a thing.
In which Emma eats some angstcakes.
Telling the story that is not mine to tell.