Big Up to all My Zombos

Here's the thing,  I missed a lot of teenage fun. I mean I had a blast, and I'm not complaining, I just had a strange time, and now I'm enjoying one aspect of being a teeeny weeny. The music. Doesn't get much better. There's a point where I feel fifteen again, and I'm totally down with it. No Cash, Choking Victim, Against All Authority, Reagan Youth, A Global Threat, Leftöver Crack, the rest of the bands coming from Choking VIctim, lol, and so on and so forth.  Ridiculousness that just feels so good. And ps. Zombies, I haven't forgotten about you, AND I have a highly skilled instructor. WHAT NOW ZOMBIES.

Zo What's Up

So the thing is, I walked in on a bunch of zombie hunters the other night, and I was appalled. Just kidding, I was fascinated by the passion of hunting season. They were cursing out the screen of their training sessions, what stupid humans getting bit left and right by clown zombies and shit. Who does that? So, I've decided to invest in zombie protection classes. Kind of like women's self-defense classes, except mega-awesome. I think maybe you should come with me, and we can all kick some major zombie ass. Maybe I'm wrong and I won't be able to and maybe there will be no classes, or the sessions may be filled, but I'm totally taking the chance. The instructors are pretty awesome and knowledgeable, every day learning more and so focused. Anyway I just heard The Riverdales are coming, and I was pleasantly reminded of The Queers show coming up. A nice break from zombie killer training. Come, come.

Zo I'm taking a new route

So here's the thing, I hear zombies are taking over. Seems pretty exciting. I wouldn't mind living like the original Dawn of the Dead, fuckin chillin in a shopping mall and experiencing anarchy. Wouldn't be too different, the whole zombies taking a bite out of you, besides the fact if I break into a store, I'll get broken down before I can reap the benefits. Ah well, such is life, or lack thereof. But I would be a little scared, you know? would it hurt? I can't out run a cow, let alone a hungry zombie, so there's my only dilemma. I'm kind of excited to become a zombie, eliminating the question of what the afterlife holds for me. I wouldn't mind being a zombie when this life's over, though I'd prefer being a monkey, the kind that can fly from tree to tree. I'd also like to find treats in my lover's hair, and cherish him/her more for that, but I guess biting someone's shoulder off can bring the same joy. I wouldn't have to worry about bills because my only need would be flesh, and that's free when you're a badass zombie. Education would be non-existent seeing as life would be led completely by survival instinct. I wonder how long it'd take them to get me. Probably not long. I'd have a heart attack and it'd be a field day for my future friends. Ah well, all is fair in love and war. If I were a zombie, I wonder if I'd find love, and if the love I already have would be equivalent in zombie-form. I would like to think that this "foreverness" holds true in zombie-land. Anarchy would also be interesting, only if I were a zombie though. I don't like the whole idea of the strong guys picking on the little guys, seems too much like capitalism, except replace the corporations with other strengthy things. But if we were zombies, we would just be zombies, and nothing would matter but food, and in that sense, anarchy would be awesome. I'd help out the little zombies and maybe I'd set up a nest for the weak ones and regurgitate my lunch into their helpless little mouths. Wonder if that'd be the right thing to do. I can eat for two, no problem. If I were a zombie, I'd probably have a smoking problem, weed that is, seeing as food tastes so much better, and life is revolved around eating as a zombie, I would be high all the time. I wonder if weed has the same affect on zombies as it has on us in this state. Maybe corn would be the weed of zombies. That'd be cool, seeing as Illinois has a shit load of corn. Cool. More to come on my zombie excitement. 

Gone Baby Gone

The thing is, I haven't written in a long time, not that it was a loss, but.... that's still the thing. Spencer says I'm a blogger slacker, I don't think I am a blogger, I just happen to have a thingy that's on blogger.com, otherwise, this wouldn't count, :).

Anyway, 25 reasons I have been gone.

1. Work, work, work.

2. Work, work, work.

3. Work, work, work.

4. Lack of sleep.

5. Work, work, work.

6. Work, work, work.

7. Work, work, work.

8 .http://www.rolandus.com/products/productdetai ls.aspx?ObjectId=923&ParentId=87 anticipation.

9. Work, work, work.

10. Work, work, work.

11. Work.

12. Bad memory.

13. Work.

14. Work.

15. Work.

16. Spent free time in bars.

17. Work. 

18. Work.

19. Work.

20. Wish I could say I've been skating.

21. Work. 

22. Work.

23. Work.

24. Understaffed coffee/donut/bagel/ice cream.

25. I am gnarley marley.

Totally a waste of life.  I just can't wait to get my keyboard. I have to find a piano mover to get rid of my shitty old upright so we have room, and then they keyboard is mine! Ahh, sweet victory. I'm the luckiest kid alive. There's Regina and Kate, soon there's Gnarley.