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Category: Mundanity

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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Real Smooth

Posted on October 10, 2003February 27, 2022 by KZ

So I walk into work at 5pm and start going about my business. A few minutes into my shift, the head store manager passes by my department and gives me a puzzled look. “I thought you were supposed to be in today at 5 in the morning,” she says. I’m struck by a sudden wave…

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Ugh

Posted on August 2, 2003February 25, 2022 by KZ

By the way, I’ve learned a very important lesson this weekend: Schnapps of any variety is not my friend. I thought it was just the peppermint crap that was trouble, but oh no…it’s all bad. Ah, the joys of being a lightweight.

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A Horse Is a Horse

Posted on July 21, 2003February 25, 2022 by KZ

Call me insensitive or maybe a tad unsentimental (as if that were a just description), but I don’t understand people’s fascination with racehorses. A few months ago, sportscasters were hyping up some horse named Funny Cide and how he might win the Triple Crown. Forgive me, but I found that pointless. And now we’ve got…

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The Strong Silent Type

Posted on July 13, 2003February 25, 2022 by KZ

It’s 2am, and the club has closed. Outside, while everybody else is walking to their cars, my friends decide to join a swarm of horny and expectant guys mobbing two incredibly hot chicks that are shamelessly enjoying the attention. Yes, the girls are hot, but they’re obviously stringing the guys along because it’s fun to…

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Moded

Posted on June 29, 2003February 25, 2022 by KZ

So I was driving in a residential neighborhood while bumping a 2Pac song with my windows down. I pulled my practical family sedan up to an intersection, stopped at the stop sign, and then I felt somebody looking at me. So I looked to my left, and there stood a little boy, no older than…

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Business as Usual

Posted on June 28, 2003February 25, 2022 by KZ

I love it when business people treat me like I’m one of them. Some guy I met at a party last night nearly creamed himself when I told him that I graduated with an accounting degree. Because you see, he and I understand how the economy works, and how the inner mechanics of a company…

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In Search of Normality

Posted on May 20, 2003February 24, 2022 by KZ

Lately I haven’t had much to say. Most of what comes to mind is hardly worth committing even to the virtual page, and the thoughts that are actually worth sharing are probably better left unsaid for the moment. You could link this mental drought to a handful of things. Sometimes I wonder if I’m simply…

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Next Time, I’ll Wear a Thicker Jacket

Posted on March 28, 2003February 23, 2022 by KZ

Hooray for fevers that incapacitate you all week long during spring break.

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At Least I’ll Have Tangoed at All

Posted on March 13, 2003February 23, 2022 by KZ

Apparently somebody I know has a thing for me. Either that, or somebody suspects that I have a crush on him or her. This is the third time in the past two years that I’ve received a notification from a secret admirer site. Now what I want to know is, who the heck keeps marking…

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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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