Big balls of gas burning billions of miles away

[professor_shoe]

I'm basically really good, despite my failing immune system (the sinus infection was being all nifty and draining and not thick and green and it just reverted back to bad habits today). I found the last surviving Oz Pizza (!!!) and discussed attraction to people over pizza with a new... acquaintance, we shall call him. I explained that I had a little zombie in my heart, that stumbles around, bumping into things groaning, "Brraaaaaaaaiiiiiiinnnnns". That's why my heart goes pitter patter pit when someone says something relatively intelligent and thoughtful. I also established that I am not going to try to fight the zombie invasion when it happens. I understand that I'm going to be one of the chicks that tragically falls into some horrific trap and will be zombified immediately. That being said, I've always been a sucker for good food. Thus, in my friends and acquaintances, I attempt to create contact with those whose brains would be more fulfilling for a discerning zombie palate.

Sorry, guys. You're all gonna be part of the zombie army. But only because my inner little heart zombie loves you.