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Month: December 2003

Always Saying Too Much

Posted on December 30, 2003February 28, 2022 by KZ

Unspecified Male Friend: So, do you want to do her? Kevin: Nah, it’s not like that. Anyway, she has a boyfriend. Unspecified Male Friend: So? What does that change? Kevin: Yeah, I know what you mean. Fine, I guess on some level, sure I do. But really…deep down, don’t all guys wanna do their female…

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Nobody’s Fault But My Own

Posted on December 24, 2003February 28, 2022 by KZ

Right now as I’m typing this entry, I could have been out with my work friends, watching Return of the King for the second time. That film, by the way, nearly had me in tears, it was so moving. Or, instead of a movie, I could have been out drinking with J (my Brett Ashley,…

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Checking In

Posted on December 16, 2003February 28, 2022 by KZ

There hasn’t been much to say lately. The one thing that I’m supposed to be writing (a personal statement for law school applications) just isn’t flowing the way that it should. Consequently, I will be turning my applications in a month later than I had hoped to. Stupid writer’s block. Or maybe it’s apathy. Or…

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I saw a homeless guy sitting on the sidewalk, yammering to himself and repeatedly punctuating his remarks with, "You know what I'm sayin'? You know what I'm sayin'?" And I thought, For God's sake, the man is talking to himself! If he doesn't know what he's saying, who would?~George CarlinSource: When Will Jesus Bring the Pork Chops?
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