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You Can’t Live With Them, and Yet They’re Everywhere

Posted on July 24, 2002February 23, 2022 by KZ

I can never tell when I’m on a date until it’s too late. Good God, am I really that oblivious, or are females just that confusing? It’s a bit of both, isn’t it? It seems like the only girls worth having are the ones that I can’t have. Maybe it’s just my finicky, discriminating taste…

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Head Over Feet, Girl

Posted on June 14, 2002February 23, 2022 by KZ

The funny thing about unrequited love is that it never seems to quit. I guess that’s another reason to call it “unrequited” love. Yes yes, it’s just a pun. I know my line of reasoning relies solely on word play. Life is funny though, huh? Here I am, wondering if I’ll ever stop caring for…

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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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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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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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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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