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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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Somehow, irresistibly, the prime thing was: nothing mattered. Life in the end seemed a prank of such size you could only stand off at this end of the corridor to note its meaningless length and its quite unnecessary height, a mountain built to such ridiculous immensities you were dwarfed in its shadow and mocking of its pomp. So with death this near he thought numbly but purely upon a billion vanities, arrivals, departures, idiot excursions of boy, boy-man, man and old-man goat. He had gathered and stacked all manner of foibles, devices, playthings of his egotism and now, between all the silly corridors of books, the toys of his life swayed.~Ray BradburySource: Something Wicked This Way Comes
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