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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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I wanted to get out and walk eastward toward the park through the soft twilight, but each time I tried to go I became entangled in some wild, strident argument which pulled me back, as with ropes, into my chair. Yet high over the city our line of yellow windows must have contributed their share of human secrecy to the casual watcher in the darkening streets, and I was him too, looking up and wondering. I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.~F. Scott FitzgeraldSource: The Great Gatsby
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