My Zombie Roomy (6/28/11)
I had a dream last night that I was sleeping in someone else’s bed and sweating a bunch, so I woke up feeling guilty for sweating all over their bed. Then I looked up and noticed that the Zombie had gotten my iron out and was spritzing me with it.
“Ok, sure,” I said, not sure what to do with this situation, “thanks for waking me up.”
The Zombie did not look amused in the least. I gave him a funny look and he held up this:
Good God, I thought, is the Zombie having image issues?
That’s when he gave me a look I knew I’d seen … yes, yes I KNOW that look! That’s the look my ex-girlfriend would give when trying on pants she didn’t like the fit of (one in particular but in case she reads I’ll keep it a mystery, right, Joanna?)! The Zombie hates his hips!!
If he goes anorexic he’d die, right? Well I guess a human would too, but with humans you can take them places. Sheesh. Time to look for a positive Zombie role model who is not super fit, and yet still ‘sexy.’ This is getting weird.
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