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Hello. I'm Emily. This is Adam.
We're both from small towns, but now we live in the city. The air smells like feet most of the time. I'm a lot more hilarious/creative/thin/talented in writing and so I write this blog. Go on. Comment. You know you wanna.
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Here's my dirty laundry
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Feb
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- Driving Miss Daisy
- Relaxation, weekend style, and a baby-sized soapbo...
- Adult Conversation
- Be Better...about safety (and &*%# my parents say ...
- If you can't be with the one you love,
- What I did this weekend
- Anna Polis
- If you come and visit me, your face will appear a ...
- Snippets of a Sunday Drive
- Encyclopedia Brown
- Baby's got back
- If January were a pizza, we just gobbled up 450 ca...
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Jan
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- Dude looks like a lady
- Me, Myself, and Eye...glasses
- He's always wanted a rope ladder.
- Sweet Chariot
- Maybe it's your upper lip
- Sick Day Essentials
- The streets are paved with cheese.
- Be Better
- In our family portrait, we look pretty happy...
- Anniversary Par-tay #4: Ain't nothing like the rea...
- Disappointment is...
- I need to warn you
- Snippets of South Carolina
- Christmas Eve at Grand Janie's House
- Us, in a nutshell
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Write anything. I mean it. I want to hear what you have to say. Just keep it PG-13 and validate me. Just kidding about that last part. Unless, of course, you really want to validate me. In which case, don't let me and my humility stop you.