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emmy

i am not your daughter

About Me


what people fail to realize is those of us that are self-possessed, well poised, confident, competent, and even intimidating in their perceived strength and equanimity in the chaos of social gatherings, the business sphere, and romantic endevor... we have a big nervous terrified bulls-eye hidden beneath our breastplate.

our armor is just thicker.

but incredibly cumbersome during intimate moments.

My Interests

INTERESTS: you. and your girlfriend.

I'd like to meet:


the ghost of christmas past.

Music:

emo. yes, cut-your-wrists-and-bleed-all-over-your-guitar emo punk rock. of course i also have a secret fiending for country music. particularly when i'm bleeding. i'll curl up on the couch and watch CMT for *hours*. and yes sometimes i'll break down and indulge in those really evocative popular snot punk songs.

Movies:

garden state. incredibly true adventures of two girls in love. me, you, and everyone we know. the princess and the warrior. eternal sunshine.
triplets of bellville, or however you spell it.

and the godfather trilogy. really.

Television:

i love total shite series like nip/tuck, the west wing, grey's anatomy, and queer as folk. you know, the blatantly emotionally manipulative soap-opera-like series.

damnit i miss QAF.

Books:

i want to be a librarian. i love all books. more than i like people, a lot of the time. i would totally grow my hair out, wear frumpy fitting skirts, and lots of bracelets, and horn-rimmed glasses once my eye sight starts to go from all the fine print and dim lighting.

and i'd finally get my memoir done.

Heroes:

mel chan. i love you sweetheart. come home to me.

ha le, because she taught me everything i know when it comes to sex with women. i would have never gotten over my stage fright if it weren't for her advice and skillfully sketched positional diagrams. thank you ha!

and anyone who would dare to lead their lives more fearlessly than i lead my own.

My Blog

a word to the wise

always be careful how you speak of others.  always be even more careful how you speak of loved ones' partners.   you never know which one will be the future mother of your grandchildren, or ...
Posted by emerson on Tue, 19 Dec 2006 05:17:00 PST

the things you don't expect at a Peaches show

i'm sure i must have looked like my eyes were bugging out of my head.  its embarassing to admit that i left away, putting 5 people between him and i, as quickly as i could.  i should have gr...
Posted by emerson on Mon, 18 Dec 2006 12:23:00 PST

forming bad habits

we're going to form habits.  i'm going to make it my personal goal to unform them as they develop so that at each milemarker i can look back and say that my only habit was to love you as best i c...
Posted by emerson on Tue, 05 Dec 2006 10:03:00 PST

ERIKA CALLED

i got her voicemail when i finally pulled myself out of bed saturday. i've been flying a little high ever since. gotta keep my eyes peeled for those airplanes.... don't wanna be sucked into any jet en...
Posted by emerson on Mon, 04 Dec 2006 10:40:00 PST

this thanksgiving

every thanksgiving i torture my company (friends and family alike, as they are so much the same) by forcing everyone to go around in a circle and say --at least-- one thing they are thankful for. ...
Posted by emerson on Tue, 28 Nov 2006 02:24:00 PST

i was wrong to...

...and i'm sorry.
Posted by emerson on Tue, 21 Nov 2006 01:19:00 PST

alaska rules!

seriously, i'm so excited.    
Posted by emerson on Mon, 20 Nov 2006 03:43:00 PST

so stanley says

this is why i love tuesdays with my stanley.   "you know marriage is actually about becoming friends.  that's all it is.  to make it work, you just have to become better and better frie...
Posted by emerson on Fri, 17 Nov 2006 04:42:00 PST

the wizard

there's a woman in my office building that looks like a short jenny lewis.  i'm tempted to ask her, but i'm sure she gets it all the time.  "does anyone ever tell you that you look like jenn...
Posted by emerson on Tue, 14 Nov 2006 10:28:00 PST

slowly but surely

its possible to lose respect for oneself slowly, secretly.  in a fashion that one does not even see or feel it eroding till its gone.  ones armor is gone.oh funny when those dreams of her co...
Posted by emerson on Mon, 13 Nov 2006 11:18:00 PST