From an IM conversation about this morning’s post…
| Me: | Do you think I’m a zombie? |
| D: | Where’d the zombie bit come in? |
| D: | you aren’t trying to eat my brains. although, pieces of you did fall off this weekend.* |
| Me: | well, WW says I’m not living, but I’m not dead yet. So, am I undead? |
| D: | I don’t think I’ll even dignify that with an answer. |
WW thinks I can’t be living, because I’m fat. So maybe I’m a zombie? Or maybe a vampire. Only instead of drinking blood like a normal vampire, I’m feeding off of … oh, it’s unspeakable … I eat … (shudder) … food. I eat FOOD. OMG how terrible!!!!
(I most sincerely hope I have not offended any zombies or vampires with this post.)
*Haircut.
This is a funny post & it reminds me of Charlaine Harris’s excellent Sookie Stackhouse novels (though I wish that she had some fat vampires &, for a woman who is, judging from her photographs, probably fat herself, she could stand to be more fat positive). It is also appropriate for the season. You are a vampire & I am that other thing which doesn’t exist, a fat witch. :-)
*cuts on “Thriller”* How fitting, given the season. Nothing else to say except that you, your writing style, and your blog are full of awesomeness!