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My Zombie Roomy (2/27/10)

The zombie brought me a sneaker today. Just one.

I looked at him and I said, “thanks …” and I left a big pause there. A pregnant pause, as they say. I figured maybe he’d explain it, or maybe he had the matching sneaker behind his back or something.

I asked my sister about it and she told me that some people are just bad at giving gifts. She’s right. I dated a girl for a while that was a terrible gift-giver. But one sneaker? That’s the king of bad gifts.

Anyway. I know this is an odd stereotype … but I feel like gay zombies would be great gift-givers, so maybe I misread all that ‘gay’ stuff.

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My Zombie Roomy (2/15/10)

2/15/10
I never thought I’d spend my Valentine’s day with a zombie. But I did.

And you know what, it was weird.

I’m curious if I have a gay, freeloading zombie roommate. I mean, I’m fine with gay people, but I was getting some weird vibes from the zombie last night, so this is kind of worrying me.

I may be crazy, that’s entirely possible – but I swear there were little things that kept happening. Like, the zombie was sitting in the middle of the couch. You don’t do that. You sit on one side. And then I turned on the TV and you know what movie was playing? The Breakfast Club.

That seemed more zombie-gay yesterday. Maybe I’m being irrational. All right, my brain is just fried from a long day of work I guess. I’m going to watch some TV and eat some cookies. I’m going out of town, to New Orleans with two friends … I think the time apart from the zombie may be a good thing.

I’ll be in New Orleans with Kate and Barbara.

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My Zombie Roomy (1/29/10)

1/29/10
I moved in to my apartment officially today – I had the apartment for the past week or so, but I didn’t have any of my stuff in it so I wasn’t living there yet. Today my stuff came, so I feel ‘official.’

Anyway – I was surprised to find out a zombie lives in my apartment. Even more surprising is that I’m the only one who can see him. The movers thought I was crazy, so eventually I stopped saying, “watch out for the zombie in the bedroom.”

After the movers left I said, “so … I guess you’re my roommate?” He just sort of stared. I stared back. Then, and I can’t explain how I’m so chill with this whole free-loading-zombie-roommate situation, but I thought, why not? I decided to embrace the situation.

I’ll admit I was pretty ticked for a while, but I don’t know anyone here in Houston, so I guess having a roommate isn’t that bad. He’s real quiet, and kind of quirky.

Here’s an example of him being quirky –

“Hi, I’m Brad.”
“Brains.”
“No, Brad.”
“BRAINS!”

That’s when I realized he had already come up with a nickname for me. I guess I’m sort of smart, so brains is cool. I’ll have to think of a nickname for him though. If he didn’t call me brains, I’d probably call him that because he loves saying that word.

 

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