Ha! I bought my T-strap shoes yesterday. I have T-straps Nanny Nanny Boo Boo with a side of Neener Neener Neener!! One step closer to becoming a 40s style pin-up girl. Booyah! posted by Beth 4:34 PM . . . Sunday, March 21, 2004 Dawn of the Dead I went to see Dawn of the Dead with Eric last night. I enjoyed myself. Eric had never seen the original so the hordes of zombies took him by surprise. I just love a good horror movie. Hell, I love a bad horror movie all the more. I must say that if I was surrounded by flesh-eating zombies, not brain eating zombies, and I had a gun, I think I'd just shoot myself in the head and get it over with. I'm not the lucky sort of girl who would live through something like an attack of the undead. I would look for a possible means of escape, of course, but in the end I'd probably just take a bullet. Eric says he'd shot himself too, but he'd try to kill as many zombies as he could first. Not me. What if I killed as many as possible, saved a shot for myself, and then the gun jammed? And it would. It would definetly jam. Now, if my husband contracted the zombie virus thingie, I'd just let him kill me. See, if my hubby woke up all zombified and was coming at me all fast, I'd be all confuzed and saying "what the fuck", and he'd already be chewing on me. Now if he was a brain-eating zombie, I'd have a fighting chance and would have time to think. Brain-eating zombies move a little more slowly, you see. Flesh-eating zombies are all crazy and fast moving when they are hungry....and they are always hungry. posted by Beth 1:50 PM . . .
Dawn of the Dead I went to see Dawn of the Dead with Eric last night. I enjoyed myself. Eric had never seen the original so the hordes of zombies took him by surprise. I just love a good horror movie. Hell, I love a bad horror movie all the more. I must say that if I was surrounded by flesh-eating zombies, not brain eating zombies, and I had a gun, I think I'd just shoot myself in the head and get it over with. I'm not the lucky sort of girl who would live through something like an attack of the undead. I would look for a possible means of escape, of course, but in the end I'd probably just take a bullet. Eric says he'd shot himself too, but he'd try to kill as many zombies as he could first. Not me. What if I killed as many as possible, saved a shot for myself, and then the gun jammed? And it would. It would definetly jam. Now, if my husband contracted the zombie virus thingie, I'd just let him kill me. See, if my hubby woke up all zombified and was coming at me all fast, I'd be all confuzed and saying "what the fuck", and he'd already be chewing on me. Now if he was a brain-eating zombie, I'd have a fighting chance and would have time to think. Brain-eating zombies move a little more slowly, you see. Flesh-eating zombies are all crazy and fast moving when they are hungry....and they are always hungry. posted by Beth 1:50 PM . . .
