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My Zombie Roomy (1/19/12)

Before I left to go home for Christmas and New Year’s the Zombie and I made a list of sorts of New Year’s resolutions for he and I both to work on. We did this after the gift exchange. (Which I guess went well? He got me a crappy watch with blood stains on it, [...]

My Zombie Roomy (12/20/11)

I racked my brain quite a bit about a gift for the Zombie. It’s incredibly tough. First of all – communication with this fella is, to say the least, sparse. Sure, the obvious thing would be to get him brains but … I don’t really like to go for the obvious gift. For tough gift-receivers [...]

My Zombie Roomy (12/15/11)

Here’s an assumption I feel comfortable making – zombies don’t buy people Christmas gifts. Heck, I’d even assume zombies don’t buy other zombies Christmas gifts. It just doesn’t jive. You’re with me on this assumption, right? Of course. But then … But then I come in my apartment, I go to wash laundry, and like [...]

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