Pet Semetary

rainy days and pet semetary. what was i thinking? this morning while taking a shower, i pulled open the curtain because i heard a noise and than i started to think about it -- what if there was a zombie right there? surely, i wouldn't feel safer knowing that i was right. that there was a zombie staring at me in the shower. it's not like he would suddenly see me in such a vulnerable position and forget about it.

zombie: "Oh, I'm sorry. I'll come back at a more convenient time."
me: "Oh, thanks. I really appreciate it."

no, he would attack me on the spot and make my brains breakfast.

then, i happen to look up in the shower. there's a loose tile. shit. i was doomed. zombies from above and from the side. though you'll be happy to know that my encounters with zombies today were pleasant. i invited them (Shawnsy and Ned) out for tea and they promised to pay the next time we met. quite nice.

today's lesson: not all zombies are bad
 
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