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Year: 2002

The Most Memorable Moment of 2002

Posted on December 31, 2002February 23, 2022 by KZ

Carlos’ Mom: Carlos, why don’t you cook some rice? Cook some rice for your Chinese friend. (turning to me) You like rice, don’t you? Carlos: Jesus Christ, mamae.

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Know Thyself

Posted on December 30, 2002February 23, 2022 by KZ

Far too often at work, my coworkers say to me, “you look tired.” But let’s be honest…we all know that’s just code for, “you look like hell.” I’ve always been the kind of guy that wears his heart on his sleeve, but I’m kind of surprised at how easily people can read my mood and…

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Just Kidding, Shari Lewis

Posted on December 27, 2002February 23, 2022 by KZ

From my conversation with Mike B earlier tonight at dinner Kevin: I’m going for it. The Moroccan Flavored Lamb Chops. Mike B: Sweet. Kevin: You know, I don’t eat enough lamb. I gotta kill me as many as possible from now on. Mike B: Bastards. They have it too easy. (looking at the menu) Especially…

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And Just for the Sake of Saying It…

Posted on December 25, 2002February 23, 2022 by KZ

Merry Christmas, friends.

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The Fine Line Between Sentimentalism and Nosiness

Posted on December 25, 2002February 23, 2022 by KZ

One of the highlights of working in retail during the holiday season is finding people’s discarded Christmas shopping lists. There’s something oddly exciting about coming across somebody’s folded gift list, riddled with crossed out names and gift ideas, laying in between two rows of candles on a shelf. I see it as an invitation to…

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A Little Bit of “Humbug” for the Holiday Season

Posted on December 23, 2002February 23, 2022 by KZ

So there’s this reindeer named Rudolph, whose nose, by some cruel mutation of a birth defect, glows bright red. His peers make fun of him his entire life merely because they’re too narrow-minded to accept the differences of others. So one day, after all these years of persecution and mistreatment, Santa all of a sudden…

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Shelter

Posted on December 13, 2002February 23, 2022 by KZ

Finals are finally over with, though I have a bad feeling that there will be repercussions from this last quarter into the following year. But until I know for sure, I’ll stop worrying as much and try and forget for a good while that I’m just a lowly student. Heh, I already feel like a…

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Unicorns

Posted on December 12, 2002February 23, 2022 by KZ

I just had a long and ridiculously involved debate over the existence of unicorns. Jack was on the affirmative, and I was on the negative. I got Jack to concede, but it took some doing. There’s a part of me that’s glad that practicality and common sense have prevailed, but I admit to feeling the…

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Public Speaking Woes

Posted on December 6, 2002February 23, 2022 by KZ

I used to be on the debate team in high school, but these days, I can’t say anything worth listening to when I’m standing in front of an audience. It’s so frustrating having the words flow so easily when I commit my thoughts to an empty page, and yet not being able to express myself…

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Dude…

Posted on December 5, 2002February 23, 2022 by KZ

  Do hot chicks have some kind of mind reading ability or maybe eyes on the backs of their heads, or do I just lack the ability to check them out without being caught?

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Somehow, irresistibly, the prime thing was: nothing mattered. Life in the end seemed a prank of such size you could only stand off at this end of the corridor to note its meaningless length and its quite unnecessary height, a mountain built to such ridiculous immensities you were dwarfed in its shadow and mocking of its pomp. So with death this near he thought numbly but purely upon a billion vanities, arrivals, departures, idiot excursions of boy, boy-man, man and old-man goat. He had gathered and stacked all manner of foibles, devices, playthings of his egotism and now, between all the silly corridors of books, the toys of his life swayed.~Ray BradburySource: Something Wicked This Way Comes
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