To My New Audience (of One)

There is a part during Julie & Julie where the blogger's husband points out the narcissistic elements involved in blogging. While I can be rather self-centered/involved/aggrandizing, I didn't want these traits to be publicly flaunted on my blag. So, as you may have observed, this blog is full of nothingness (since I am unable to draw wit from even the most simple of phrases like N-fag).

That era is over. From now on, the exciting life of EMWilson, English(?) Major extraordinaire must be documented. Because if there is one thing she knows, it's that she can't let Nessa's blog be more exciting than hers. 'Cause hello. Provo beats Spain in excitement.

Right?

New Job

New Pay:

Fear in the Hearts of Men and Pirates

Tonight, surrounded by three scallywags, I thought for a few moments that my life...was over. A dagger at my throat and a 'Jack Sparrow' sword creeping up my spine, only the swift dive off the couch kept my blood from spilling.

To protect myself, the plan is to overnight a Garden Jawa and strategically place it outside their bedroom door. They won't be able to exit from sheer fright.

Let's see how long those diapers hold. I give 'em two days before they're begging for their freedom.