emmanation

While I have been vacation going/job quitting/school studying/company starting, I’ve picked up quit a few new readers.

I don’t know where you came from, but I love you more than you can possibly know. If you need anything, call me. Liver? (Wait… which one do I have two of? Kidney?) Whichever organ I have two of, you can have one.

That’s how much I love you.

Just so you know EXACTLY what you get from emma-nation, though, I’ve made you some pictures. Print them out small and stick them in your wallet, print them out huge and hang them on your wall, get them tattooed on your ass, whatever. I don’t judge. (That’s a lie, I judge all the time. I judge like I’m being paid for it. But I won’t judge YOU, obviously.)

For when you’re feeling blue:

For ANYTIME. EVER:

For when you’re feeling intellectual:

Also, don’t forget The Road More Travelled, a new collaborative quarter-life-crisis we’re-doing-good-just-by-making-it-through-the-day blog. It’s so new there aren’t any posts yet, but we’ll be up and running daily starting Monday. It’s less about shit-that-happens-to-Emma and more about growing up, having thoughts, stuff like that. Thoughts: everyone has them. Well, mostly.

For when you’re feeling snarky:

For when you want to know you’re not alone in thinking that regular everyday things are kind of cool:

For when you really just want another cocktail:

And finally, if you feel like looking at pictures of food (and who doesn’t, amirite?), you can always head over to my sad little love child of a blog Mangled Baby Duck.

No, my sexy foot doesn’t have anything to do with it being a food blog. Neither does the title, for that matter. What do you people expect from me?? God, you’re so demanding sometimes.

That’s it, I’m taking my kidney back.