Ok, I guess I’d sort of been in denial about living with a zombie roommate who loves saying my nick … oh my God. My nickname!
Ok, I went and took a walk around my apartment complex to calm down a bit.
So, this is so obvious now, but it was still a shock. I mean … anyway …
I got home from work and the zombie was eating a BRAIN! It was so gross. (but, if you can remove the context, it was kind of funny … I mean, remember how I thought he was gay? Really he was just debating eating me!)
The zombie could tell he had crossed a boundary, because he looked at me and he seemed sort of ashamed and he said, “brains?”
I didn’t know what to do so I pointed at my head and I said, “tastes like ketchup” (he hates ketchup) and so we both kind of laughed about that.
Anyway, I think he and I sort of bonded tonight. We watched Princess Bride after I got back from my walk.