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Month: June 2004

Stream of Consciousness

Posted on June 28, 2004February 28, 2022 by KZ

Friend: you guys gonna bang? Kevin: “i’m shelling out 9 bucks, so she’d better put out” Friend: lol Kevin: we’re probably not going to bang Friend: swine Kevin: wha?? Kevin: oh right, the 9 bucks commment Kevin: see, i take so little accountability for the shit i say Kevin: it’s all disconnected from me as…

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All I Needed

Posted on June 24, 2004February 28, 2022 by KZ

I may feel like a train wreck, both physically and emotionally, but that’s not nearly enough to make me overlook the fact that today at the supermarket, this hot Asian girl totally checked me out while I was shopping for canned soup. If laughter is the best medicine, then I’d say that the benign attention…

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It’s Just the Flu Talking

Posted on June 23, 2004February 28, 2022 by KZ

Whether it’s food poisoning or a stomach flu, the fact is I’ve been in total agony for the past two days. And true to human nature (or at least my own sentimental, maudlin nature), I’ve done a fine job of mirroring my emotional state with my physical state. This hardly seems like the time to…

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All I Have Left to Say

Posted on June 12, 2004February 28, 2022 by KZ

It was almost love. Goddamn, it was almost love.

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It seems to me that if you place music (and books, probably, and films, and plays, and anything that makes you feel) at the center of your being, then you can’t afford to sort out your love life, start to think of it as the finished product. You’ve got to pick at it, keep it alive, and in turmoil, you’ve got to pick at it and unravel it until it all comes apart and you’re compelled to start all over again. Maybe we all live life at too high a pitch, those of us who absorb emotional things all day, and as a consequence we can never feel merely content: we have to be unhappy, or ecstatically, head-over-heels happy, and those states are difficult to achieve within a stable, solid relationship. Maybe Al Green is directly responsible for more than I ever realized.~Nick HornbySource: High Fidelity
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