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Casanova KZ

Posted on December 3, 2008October 11, 2022 by KZ

For as long as we’ve been dating, Diana has complained that I hardly ever write about her in my blog. “Why don’t you write about how wonderful your girlfriend is?” she asks me periodically. “You can write pages about all of your ex-girlfriends or about how you’re pining over some girl, but you never write…

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Ghosts and Goblins and Go-Go Poles

Posted on October 27, 2008October 10, 2022 by KZ

I give in.  After four years of dating my girlfriend, I’ve come to accept a simple truth: Octobers belong to Diana.  Because Halloween is her favorite time of year, Diana always insists on packing our October weekends with Halloween-related activities.  We spend a lot of time watching terrible and tedious horror movies, carving pumpkins, shopping…

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Far From Alone

Posted on January 15, 2005February 28, 2022 by KZ

Kevin: i liked the old one though Diana: nah, this one looks better Kevin: i’m the only one who liked the old picture Diana: bwahahaha Diana: and the cheese stands alone, my friend Kevin: the mice will find me Kevin: and then i’ll indulge in a huge rodent orgy Kevin: yeah, you like that, Hammy?…

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Friday, I’m in Love

Posted on July 31, 2004February 28, 2022 by KZ

And I truly am.

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Because he'd wished my mother dead, my father said, God had punished him; God had taught Pastor Merrill not to trifle with prayer. And I suppose that was why it had been so difficult for Mr. Merrill to pray for Owen Meany -- and why he had invited us to offer up our silent prayers to Owen, instead of speaking out himself. And he called Mr. and Mrs. Meany "superstitious"! Look at the world: look at how many of our peerless leaders presume to tell us that they know what God wants! It's not God who's fucked up, it's the screamers who say they believe in Him and who claim to pursue their ends in His holy name!~John IrvingSource: A Prayer for Owen Meany
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