Why thank you, thank you very much. I like that you are 100 years old and under 5 foot. My kinda guy. LOL

I plan on becoming a zombie, problem solved. It's not so bad on the dark side. Who needs pancakes when you can eat brains?

And don't even get me started on zombie poetry. It has got to be so much better than what I've been writing ;) I imagine it is something like:


Mmm brains.

Run fast, human.
Me walk slow,
but me devour
you sleepy brain.

Grr yum brains,
Useless guns
unnnnh
keep you pancake
and you civilization.

Burning cities
Roast you nicely.

Mmm you brains taste
Like syrup.

Make me brain sammich, man.



See, wasn't that awesome? Screw the resistance. I can still wear my dark rimmed glasses when I become a zombie. I might ditch them for contacts, though. Blood spatters make me sad.

I'd like to get married someday. My parents have been married for 29 years and they are still madly in love. Marriage is a commitment, a promise that I intend to honor when the time comes and I find the right person. I want that kind of promise from "the one." Marriage makes you accountable: if you mess it up, there are consequences which can be painful. Much better than a verbal promise, don't you think?

Plus, how awesome are weddings? ;)