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Month: October 2005

The Office Newbie

Posted on October 20, 2005April 25, 2022 by KZ

You know you spend too much time on the internet when you make a mistake at work, and you spend the rest of the day dreading that your boss will descend upon your desk and scream, “What the hell, you fucking n00b?” I shit you not. Those are the kinds of thoughts that I’m forced…

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This Blogger’s Gone Living

Posted on October 11, 2005April 25, 2022 by KZ

Lack of creation does not necessarily indicate a lack of inspiration. Silence sucks, I know. But don’t you think for a second that KZ went and fell off. Please continue to believe, however, that KZ is a total asshole for not taking the time to read the meticulous updates on all of your respective blogs,…

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It seems to me that if you place music (and books, probably, and films, and plays, and anything that makes you feel) at the center of your being, then you can’t afford to sort out your love life, start to think of it as the finished product. You’ve got to pick at it, keep it alive, and in turmoil, you’ve got to pick at it and unravel it until it all comes apart and you’re compelled to start all over again. Maybe we all live life at too high a pitch, those of us who absorb emotional things all day, and as a consequence we can never feel merely content: we have to be unhappy, or ecstatically, head-over-heels happy, and those states are difficult to achieve within a stable, solid relationship. Maybe Al Green is directly responsible for more than I ever realized.~Nick HornbySource: High Fidelity
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