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Year: 2002

Cherries Jubilee

Posted on December 4, 2002February 23, 2022 by KZ

The promise of ice cream. That’s all it took to brighten my day. It’s always nice to be reminded that you have friends that care.

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So Many Blessings While We Stressing

Posted on December 2, 2002February 23, 2022 by KZ

Too many murders, too many funerals and too many tears Just seen another brother buried, plus I knew him for years Pass by his family, but what could I say… Keep your head up and try to keep the faith and pray for better dayz -2Pac, “Better Dayz” Ever since I bought the 2Pac album…

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Solving Our Conflict with Iraq

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

Adam: i think all of our problems would be solved if they changed the “i” to “nice” Adam: “Nice raq” Adam: and then import swedish bikini models Adam: of course, that’s my answer to everything Adam: flat tire? import the swedish bikini team Kevin: well sure, us westerners would be into that Kevin: but what…

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Holla Back

Posted on November 26, 2002February 23, 2022 by KZ

More often these days, when I listen to mainstream rap, I wish for the chance to confront some of those so-called rap superstars and ask them, “Don’t you ever get tired of running your mouth when you have absolutely nothing to say?”

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Lack of Subtlety

Posted on November 22, 2002February 23, 2022 by KZ

I have a problem with that Cottonelle toilet paper commercial. It’s like 30 seconds of a bunch of people, young and old, shaking their asses at the camera. It’s just so wrong.

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How Ironic

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

We all have our antisocial phases. I’ve been in a foul mood for well over a week now. I’ve pretty much wanted to stay in bed all this time and hang a “go screw yourself” sign on my bedroom door. Incidentally, I got a new cell phone this weekend…you know, so I can keep in…

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You Should Be an English Major, Charlie Brown

Posted on November 14, 2002February 23, 2022 by KZ

It’s so hard concentrating on the words.  Every time I sit down to study, I keep hearing Miss Othmar, Linus’ teacher, droning on with that muted trombone voice of hers. “Mwa mwa-mwa mwa mwa-mwa…“

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So Dense

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

My antisocial tendencies are getting worse. Just today, I met up with a former classmate who wanted to return a book that I loaned her last quarter. I’ve always thought this girl was super cute, and I think she’s been aware of that. For today, we agreed to meet at the Mission Bakery Cafe on…

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“Please, Call Me Osama”

Posted on November 11, 2002February 23, 2022 by KZ

A few months ago I was watching Dan Rather interview some US official about Osama bin Laden. At one point during the interview, Rather asked, “And if we were to capture Mr. bin Laden, how would we try him?” At that point, it took all my strength not to pull out a revolver and shoot…

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Hey Mickey, Your Fly’s Open

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

As impressed as I am with the quality of animation in films, television shows, and video games these days, I do have a minor objection. I think the animators and art directors are trying way too hard to make the images as “realistic” as possible. By that, I don’t mean to say that the Final…

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Seconds had meant a lot to Bill Door, because he'd had a limited supply. They meant nothing at all to Death, who'd never had any. He left the sleeping house, mounted up, and rode away. The journey took an instant that would have taken mere light three hundred million years, but Death travels inside that space where Time has no meaning. Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it.~Terry PratchettSource: Reaper Man
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