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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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I’ve Tried to Like It, But I Can’t

Posted on April 28, 2002February 21, 2022 by KZ

Here I am, wasting precious sleep time to update my the picture gallery on my Geocities site. I’m watching MTV2, which helps pass the time. Up until now, things have been cool. Then all of sudden, “Gimme” by Jill Scott comes on. Holy geez, that song irritates me to no end. It pains me to…

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I’m happy just to dance with you

Posted on April 22, 2002February 21, 2022 by KZ

It’s funny the way love progresses. In the beginning, long before you’re even in love, it’s all about talking. That’s what makes or breaks the relationship…talking. If you and that special somebody find yourselves suffocating in agonizing silence, you eventually realize that that nonsense of being together is nothing but a bad idea. But if…

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Fall into the trends

Posted on April 17, 2002February 21, 2022 by KZ

Stupid mass-produced Gap clothing. I can’t wear my track jackets anywhere without passing some guy wearing the same thing. It’s an endless battle, I guess. No matter what you wear, you’re conforming to some kind of tragic standard. You want true individuality? Try punching a collar and arm holes into a potato sack and roping…

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Half a Page of Scribbled Lines

Posted on April 14, 2002February 21, 2022 by KZ

Moments of truth have a funny way of blindsiding you when you’re looking the other way. Just yesterday, I spent most of the day with my father’s father, my only surviving grandparent. In the morning, I drove up to San Francisco with my dad and my brother to pick up my grandfather. When we arrived,…

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If You Really Think About It

Posted on April 13, 2002May 26, 2023 by KZ

Well, spring has finally sprung around here, and that means people all around me are dying of hay fever. I feel so bad because I actually enjoy the rich scent of nectar and pollen in the air. In an ideal world, everybody would have the opportunity to appreciate spring that way that I’ve been able…

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A Heart of Hope Tainted by the Heart of Darkness

Posted on April 9, 2002February 21, 2022 by KZ

“I hate those people who say, ‘follow your heart.’” he says. “It’s never, ‘follow your mind.’ They’re so ignorant, they create a vacuum that I can’t stand next to.” I laughed then, and I’m still laughing now. Oh, that Martin. I can’t say I completely disagree with him, though. How do you expect to accomplish…

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As Jack Kerouac Once Said, “Words Have No Meaning”

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

Sometimes I forget why I love writing so much. It’s funny how much of a conundrum my love for writing has turned out to be. Bitching and moaning, lamenting lost love, crooning for that new special somebody, sharing insights into the rhymes and dissonance of life — that’s what it’s all about. But ever since…

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As the Americans were waiting to move on, an altercation broke out in their rear-most rank. An American had muttered something which a guard did not like. The guard knew English, and he hauled the American out of ranks, knocked him down. The American was astonished. He stood up shakily, spitting blood. He'd had two teeth knocked out. He had meant no harm by what he'd said, evidently, had no idea that the guard would hear and understand. "Why me?" he asked the guard. The guard shoved him back into ranks. "Vy you? Vy anybody?" he said.~Kurt VonnegutSource: Slaughterhouse-Five
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