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Category: Mundanity

Life Should Be Like a Corona Commercial

Posted on June 8, 2002February 23, 2022 by KZ

Is it so wrong to eat an apricot without peeling it’s fuzzy skin? What about a peach? Ah, that’s the kind of question that I love asking: questions of the summer season. For God’s sake, it’s so close. Why can’t my paper write itself?

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Humbug. Yes Mother, You Know I Love You.

Posted on May 12, 2002February 21, 2022 by KZ

It’s Mothers’ Day, and my brother and I both chipped in on some flowers for our mom. I wonder how closely the price of those flowers matches their true economic value. Bah, I guess capitalism knows what it’s doing.

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So Not Cool

Posted on May 2, 2002February 21, 2022 by KZ

Those bureaucratic idiots working for the Santa Clara County just screwed me twice on my passport. I renewed it last year, but they misspelled my middle name. I couldn’t change it in time before I went to China, so I just used the erroneous one to leave the country. I plan to travel again this…

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I’ve Tried to Like It, But I Can’t

Posted on April 28, 2002February 21, 2022 by KZ

Here I am, wasting precious sleep time to update my the picture gallery on my Geocities site. I’m watching MTV2, which helps pass the time. Up until now, things have been cool. Then all of sudden, “Gimme” by Jill Scott comes on. Holy geez, that song irritates me to no end. It pains me to…

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Fall into the trends

Posted on April 17, 2002February 21, 2022 by KZ

Stupid mass-produced Gap clothing. I can’t wear my track jackets anywhere without passing some guy wearing the same thing. It’s an endless battle, I guess. No matter what you wear, you’re conforming to some kind of tragic standard. You want true individuality? Try punching a collar and arm holes into a potato sack and roping…

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Death stood alone, watching the wheat dance in the wind. Of course, it was only a metaphor. People were more than corn. They whirled through tiny crowded lives, driven literally by clock work, filling their days from edge to edge with the sheer effort of living. And all lives were exactly the same length. Even the very long and very short ones. From the point of view of eternity, anyway. Somewhere, the tiny voice of Bill Door said: from the point of view of the owner, longer ones are best.~Terry PratchettSource: Reaper Man
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