You think about zombie-on-zombie intercourse at least six times a day (and have daydreamed about making out with a zombie while The Cranberries's "Zombie" plays), which means you're sexually frustrated, sexually experimental, or both.

Your total lack of a filter is admirable to some but disturbing to most, which means you fit right in on erotic fan fiction message boards. You're hoping that your erotic fiction will lead to your own book series, a full-feature film (or an hour and a half softcore porno on Cinemax at least), and someone that appreciates you for you (and has one hell of a sex drive and a nice butt).

You probably get made fun of a lot.