My Nights

Meatballs, you're next.

Oh noes.

Is our magazine dead?

Everybody Today

What do death, Mika and I have in common?

...We all witnessed Non-star perform in the garage. Leaps, pushes, grunts, circles...all inclusive.

Death/Adam kind of looks like Colin Firth.

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?

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