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No More Poetry

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

A few minutes before my audit class began, I heard, above the chattering classroom banter, one of my female classmates proudly exclaim, “I hate poetry.” I glanced over once she said it, saw her sincere little grin, and I could tell she really meant it. It’s moments like this one that remind me why I…

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Don’t I Know You?

Posted on February 6, 2003February 23, 2022 by KZ

Today, during a conversation with my classmate, Juan, I discovered that he and I met a while back through a mutual friend named Mike Chang. Juan seemed so sure of his story, and he insisted so convincingly, that I didn’t have the heart to tell him that I’d never met this Mike Chang. It’s no…

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Oversensitive

Posted on January 22, 2003February 23, 2022 by KZ

It’s definitely diet time. Since August, I’ve gained about fifteen pounds, which hasn’t made me feel all that great. But just a few days ago, my mother noticed that I look “rounder in the face.” That comment was all it took to guilt me back into exercising again. When your own mother calls you a…

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Why McDonald’s, Why?

Posted on January 10, 2003February 23, 2022 by KZ

Why did you downgrade the McChicken to the small, sesame-seedless hamburger/cheeseburger bun?

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Know Thyself

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

Far too often at work, my coworkers say to me, “you look tired.” But let’s be honest…we all know that’s just code for, “you look like hell.” I’ve always been the kind of guy that wears his heart on his sleeve, but I’m kind of surprised at how easily people can read my mood and…

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And Just for the Sake of Saying It…

Posted on December 25, 2002February 23, 2022 by KZ

Merry Christmas, friends.

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Shelter

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

Finals are finally over with, though I have a bad feeling that there will be repercussions from this last quarter into the following year. But until I know for sure, I’ll stop worrying as much and try and forget for a good while that I’m just a lowly student. Heh, I already feel like a…

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Dude…

Posted on December 5, 2002February 23, 2022 by KZ

  Do hot chicks have some kind of mind reading ability or maybe eyes on the backs of their heads, or do I just lack the ability to check them out without being caught?

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Holla Back

Posted on November 26, 2002February 23, 2022 by KZ

More often these days, when I listen to mainstream rap, I wish for the chance to confront some of those so-called rap superstars and ask them, “Don’t you ever get tired of running your mouth when you have absolutely nothing to say?”

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Lack of Subtlety

Posted on November 22, 2002February 23, 2022 by KZ

I have a problem with that Cottonelle toilet paper commercial. It’s like 30 seconds of a bunch of people, young and old, shaking their asses at the camera. It’s just so wrong.

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Bill Door nodded. Of course there had been a mistake. Anyone could see there had been a mistake. He tossed the overalls in a corner and took up the robe of absolute blackness. Well, it had been an experience. And, he had to admit, one that he didn't want to relive. He felt as though a huge weight had been removed. Was that what it was like to be alive? The feeling of darkness dragging you forward? How could they live with it? And yet they did, and even seemed to find enjoyment in it, when surely the only sensible course would be to despair. Amazing. To feel you were a tiny living thing, sandwiched between two cliffs of darkness. How could they stand to be alive?~Terry PratchettSource: Reaper Man
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