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My Zombie Roomy (1/14/11)

As mentioned previously … the video with the Zombie and I. As you will see, it didn’t go exactly as planned.

I *was* going to use The Donnas ‘Dancing with Myself’ for the song – but it wouldn’t let me. If you so desire, here’s that song.

My Zombie Roomy (3/12/10)



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.

My Zombie Roomy (2/22/10)

Ok … I’m not going to say anything either way, I’ll let you decide.

Last night I was sleeping and then I had a feeling something weird was happening, so I woke up and the zombie was in my room (usually he stands on the patio and stares at the rail, or he goes out). He was standing there with this like ‘hungry’ look or something.

So I got all freaked out and I yelled at him and he just stood there, staring at me all weird. I realized he was mumbling “brains” over and over.

Seriously. How creepy is that?

How do you let an overbearing gay freeloading zombie roommate know you’re not interested?

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