Yes. If you don't want a glimpse into the real Emily White, you should just leave now. (It's gonna get gross.)
I am having a bit of a poopy time in life right now. That is all fine and natural, an ebb and flow of good shit and bad shit. At least it is rarely stagnant shit. Yes. Get that mental image all up in your dome. Don't forget the smell.
Now...it is normally easy for me to look at the crap of life with a big ol' shit eating grin on my face, because I am a clown and that is what we fucking do. Laugh at shit. All the shit. I do this on a daily basis. Some days are easier than others. Some people and places and faces are easier than others. But what I am not so used to doing is translating this "negative humor" into something relative to most people and not...ugly. Something we can ALL laugh at. Because I do not wish to carry, use, or propagate negativity, really. I believe it to be more like a raw material, some unprocessed, uncured, uncut, potent energy that we are supposed to mold to our own best purposes. Not the EASIEST purposes, but the BEST ones.
Fuh...I am rambling, and it is getting preachy. Sorry. I guess what I am trying to say is that it is not always easy to be funny, but I try for the sake of consistency of output and my deep and ever-growing (although slightly narcissistic) love for this Dorkling monster I have created and continue to feed...Here's a picture:
Go shopping and support my funny bone! (It likes to eat a lot of chocolate, which can get fairly pricey...haha)Anyhoo...shopping can be done ad nauseum at zombietoes.etsy.com Thank you and good night! *bows*