Emily is just as fine as Jerri Blank, without the puffy infection, mind you.

Oh, and hands off, folks. Really.

Uhm... this is the best I can do. Kinda sums her up.

Good Morning boys and girls, i'm your
substitute teacher, Mr. Buckwort
the topic Fo' today is, what you wanna be when you grow up
you, over there in the jean shirt, what you wanna
be when you grow up?
- i wanna be a police officer
alright, that's a pretty good profession
you over there in that black shirt
what you wanna be when you grow?
- i wanna be a fire man
alright, that's a pretty good profession too
you, back there in those french braids, what's yo name?
- my name is Snoop
alright Snoop, what you wanna be when you grow up?
- i wanna be a motherfuckin hustla, ya betta ask somebody

Emily is a chameleon of the highest order. Equally comfortable in bar and art gallery she can chat up a PhD as easily as a cook and have just as much fun doing either. Constantly out to see this world and make sense of it, first hand, you'll never meet a more interesting person.