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Month: May 2004

On Love and the Prospect of Loss

Posted on May 28, 2004February 21, 2022 by KZ

My grandfather almost died this week. Well, his odds were supposedly fifty-fifty, which is damn near close enough to “almost” if you ask me. He formed a hernia as a young man, and it finally caught up to him at the age of eighty-six. On Wednesday, my grandfather began vomiting at his nursing home and…

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That Old Refrain

Posted on May 21, 2004February 28, 2022 by KZ

It seemed like a phase at first, but now it’s just ridiculous. I wouldn’t go so far as to say that I’ve been significantly depressed for a long stretch of time, but I’m not sure I remember the last time I felt happiness for longer than a stretch of a few hours. Maybe the big…

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Come On…Do It.

Posted on May 19, 2004February 28, 2022 by KZ

The nicest gift anybody has ever given me is a blank, high quality writing tablet. The worst and most intimidating gift anybody has ever given to me is a blank, high quality writing tablet. I’m a writer by heart, bursting with a multitude of ideas, nonsense expressions, and trivial observations (as much as any other…

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You Don’t Know My Name

Posted on May 18, 2004February 28, 2022 by KZ

Did I say or do something incredibly stupid and offensive? Because up until today, I thought things were actually going well. Now it’s almost as if I don’t even exist. It’s silly, I know. Some real high school shit I’ve got going on here. You can’t fault me for not having tried, at least. I…

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Right Where I Left Off

Posted on May 15, 2004February 28, 2022 by KZ

Alas, the storm is clearing. My Final Fantasy XI addiction has slowly devolved from an obsession into a mere interest. I no longer skip meals or social outings to play the game, nor do I grow overly irritated if I don’t get my daily four hours or so of playtime. Yeah, when you’ve got nothing…

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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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