Category: Stationary Objects and Collisions Therewith
In which Emma has a dream come true and talks about it for you. AND MAKES HER SUMMARY RHYME.
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.
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 […]