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30 Minus 2 Days of Writing
Day 25: “Fact or Fiction”
KZ sets the record straight on three of today’s most pressing, relevant issues.
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Day 5: “You better put out”
Something has always bothered me about the labeling on certain brands of bottled water. A number of water bottles proudly proclaim right on the label, “This is a low sodium beverage”. Low sodium, huh? No shit. I’m glad somebody finally set the record straight. Now I can stop drinking cans of chicken broth to hydrate myself.
I’d like to think of myself as a happy guy, but I do have to admit that I can occasionally be something of a Grinch. I did once say in a previous blog entry, “Santa Claus can go F himself in the A“. He still can, by the way. So maybe I am a Grinch. But you ought to know that this Grinch’s small heart has grown three sizes after hearing a chorus of earnest Whos singing in unison to welcome the Holiday season. That’s right, kids, it’s Christmas time.
I might have only recently turned thirty years old this year back in the month of May, but I was a crotchety old man who was confused by the world long before I grew up to become the lame, overweight, khaki-wearing accountant who stands before you today. Although I’ve never been shy about voicing my […]
Thoughts of love are an inevitable thing this time of year for all of those who busy themselves with the February rituals of Valentine’s Day. I don’t mind telling you that I happen to be one of those people. There was a time not long ago when I was alone, and I longed for the day to find somebody to love — a girl whom I could call my own. I found that special somebody nearly seven years ago, and I’ve never let her go since then. What can I say? I’m a hopeless romantic. I’m also something of a sap if you really want to know the truth.
Raise your hand high if you’re like me, and you suffer from an excess of irrepressible “inside thoughts”. I’m not talking about your usual stream of consciousness, the standard train of thought that never seems to disembark. Thinking is what the brain does, and it is either unable or unwilling to cease its idle thinking […]
I guess it’s no secret that I like to complain. Sure, I’ve been known to build things up on occasion during upswings of optimism. But at heart, I’m just a cantankerous old crank who fixates on the tiniest of gripes — the pettiest of grievances. I am all too aware that the world is full […]