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Month: May 2002

Today, I Am a Man (i.e. Yet Another Initiated Fool)

Posted on May 18, 2002February 23, 2022 by KZ

I finally did something that felt appropriately 21. My old friend Angela took me to a bikini bar and treated me to drinks, dinner, and dollar bills for tipping. Believe it or not, she practically had to drag me into that place. In the past, I’ve always stayed away from places like that because I…

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Humbug. Yes Mother, You Know I Love You.

Posted on May 12, 2002February 21, 2022 by KZ

It’s Mothers’ Day, and my brother and I both chipped in on some flowers for our mom. I wonder how closely the price of those flowers matches their true economic value. Bah, I guess capitalism knows what it’s doing.

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So Not Cool

Posted on May 2, 2002February 21, 2022 by KZ

Those bureaucratic idiots working for the Santa Clara County just screwed me twice on my passport. I renewed it last year, but they misspelled my middle name. I couldn’t change it in time before I went to China, so I just used the erroneous one to leave the country. I plan to travel again this…

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And No, I Didn’t Shake Her Hand Afterwards

Posted on May 1, 2002February 21, 2022 by KZ

It kills me whenever I say goodbye to somebody, and that person ends up walking in the same direction that I’m headed. There’s that awkward silence when we both realize that the distance between us isn’t increasing, and we’re left to decide whether to ignore each other and keep on walking, or to fill the…

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Death stood alone, watching the wheat dance in the wind. Of course, it was only a metaphor. People were more than corn. They whirled through tiny crowded lives, driven literally by clock work, filling their days from edge to edge with the sheer effort of living. And all lives were exactly the same length. Even the very long and very short ones. From the point of view of eternity, anyway. Somewhere, the tiny voice of Bill Door said: from the point of view of the owner, longer ones are best.~Terry PratchettSource: Reaper Man
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