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So Is

Posted on February 22, 2004February 28, 2022 by KZ

The Ex: stop being mean to me The Ex: you’re like screaming at me Kevin: i’m just using bigger font. i’m enunciating, so to speak. The Ex: right The Ex: kz needs to get laid Kevin: low blow Kevin: why go there? Kevin: i just helped you out, and you repay me by talking about…

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The Tie That Binds

Posted on January 17, 2004February 28, 2022 by KZ

“I can’t believe I’m talking about this with you,” she said to me. We had just met, after all, and already she was sharing thoughts with me that you’d normally save for good friends. It’s funny how open you can be with a total stranger once you learn that you two share a common loss….

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Nobody’s Fault But My Own

Posted on December 24, 2003February 28, 2022 by KZ

Right now as I’m typing this entry, I could have been out with my work friends, watching Return of the King for the second time. That film, by the way, nearly had me in tears, it was so moving. Or, instead of a movie, I could have been out drinking with J (my Brett Ashley,…

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We’re Miles Apart, Me and Her

Posted on October 12, 2003February 28, 2022 by KZ

Dude, why is it that the cutest girls I meet are usually wholesome, churchgoing Christians? It’s not as if I have something against them. In fact, I’m under the impression that quite the opposite is true. I never feel “good” enough to chase after a nice Christian girl because I don’t think I could ever…

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In Conversation with an Old Flame

Posted on September 16, 2003February 25, 2022 by KZ

“I hate men. I hate relationships. By their very design, you aren’t allowed to be happy in one.” I said nothing. “Tell me you’re single right now.” “I’m single right now.” “Tell me you would fall in love with me if I lived up north.” “It’s a distinct possibility.” “This isn’t an honesty question you…

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On Feeling Human Again

Posted on January 14, 2003February 23, 2022 by KZ

It’s been far too long since I’ve known the touch of a female’s soft embrace. I’m not talking about hugs, because I get plenty of those. And I’m not alluding to any sexual conquest, either. I miss the closeness of holding a girl and falling asleep with her by my side. Last Saturday, thanks in…

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A Tribute to Her

Posted on August 30, 2002February 23, 2022 by KZ

Here’s to missed chances, those quick and inadvertent glances that always seem to happen just as the other is looking your way — and to silence and mutual understanding, to knowing everything but daring not to acknowledge a single word of truth to the other. Here’s to lost love, the things that could have been,…

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Advice from Down Under

Posted on August 27, 2002February 23, 2022 by KZ

Kevin: but i shouldn’t get too wrapped up in thisKevin: after all, she’s already takenSuzanne: just because there is a goalkeeper doesn’t mean you can’t shoot a goal How cool is that? Suzanne cracks me up. Maybe I will give it a try, just because it would be a shame to let that gem of…

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Wish You Were Here

Posted on August 19, 2002February 23, 2022 by KZ

It was a glimpse of intensity, but only a glimpse. She left my life just as quickly as she came into it. There’s so many things I wonder about her. Maybe they’ll all reveal themselves in due time. Just maybe. I’m giving up on her for now, because there’s no point in getting worked up…

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Toss it Up

Posted on August 13, 2002February 23, 2022 by KZ

Summer has officially gotten better. Good times.

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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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