2/10/10
The zombie came up with a killer idea today – GI Bloke. A series of GI Joes for British kids. We don’t know what the difference will be between a bloke and a joe, but I’ll be sure to tell you later.
Just promise not to steal his idea because he’s really proud of it. After we waxed fancy on our sweet idea he smiled real big and said, “brains!!!” It was so funny. I think one of those ‘had to be there’ things though.
2/8/10
An Ode to My Afternoon-Food-Coma-Ideal-Life-Daydream of Traveling the World
From time to time you have to make a sacrifice
And they’re always something you’d rather not sacrifice
Like not buying your favorite high-tech device
Yes, sure, that’s what makes it a sacrifice
If you didn’t want it/like it/NEED it – it wouldn’t be a sacrifice
But listen close – here’s my advice
Live a life full of stupid, short-sighted vice
All you have to do … is sacrifice … sacrifice
2/3/10
I came home from work yesterday and I thought some of my milk was gone, but I couldn’t be sure. The zombie doesn’t seem to ever take any of my food as far as I can tell, so I didn’t think anything of it.
Until today.
Today I came home and the zombie was pouring my milk out in the sink. What’s that all about?
I think he must be lactose intolerant. But, it’s not like it’s dietary, it’s personal for him. I can’t back this up with facts, it’s just a feeling.
I tried to ask him about it, but he wouldn’t answer me. He just stared at the door to the pantry closet. He could tell I was angry about it though, because eventually he said “brains?” in this really sad tone. I couldn’t stay mad at him, so we played some Wii tennis and I let him win.
(He’s so bad at that game, but every once and a while he has one of those super fast serves – I don’t know how he does it).
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