Nebbish.

Sometimes, I feel that I will always be a blogger at heart. Micro-blogs or short Tweet things aren’t really working for me, although, they do bring across the point I’m making quicker. Would that be a pro or a con?

I’m plagued with zombie dreams even though I don’t watch any movies with zombies or any other forms of the undead in it. So last night, I dreamt that it was Chinese New Year, and at 6pm, everyone will become zombie-fied. So my sister decided to hole up in my room, and I in hers, and we equipped ourselves with laptops and iPhones and tons of water, and made sure the door locks are fine. At 6pm, my mom got a blood stain across her face, and said people outside are chasing each other, it’s total mayhem. So this guy, some Woody Harrelson lookalike, sits outside my door because he’s been scratched by a zombie, so his palm is like dripping with blood. I saw him using the peephole on my door, and he asked for a paper and pencil so he could write down his will. I gave a notepad to him, and then somehow he manages to squeeze his top half through underneath the door (maybe there’s a flap of some sort), and told me that he’s a doctor and he had medicated himself, so the zombiefication is halted for a bit. We talked, and I stroked his hand, before a train of zombies came (literally, they were sitting in a train while another zombie was driving it), and the last thing I saw through the peep hole was a bloody gnarling mouth of a zombie charging at me.

So I just saw a girly girl’s blog on manicures and pretty dresses and neverending camwhoring sessions, and wondered, what happens after a manicure? You know, the kind that rivals the length of World’s Longest Nails man’s and has hearts and acrylic flowers and glitter all over. What happens if you need to eat like, some frickin’ awesome KFC, or god-forbid, take a dump, or even scratching your little puppy’s tummy?