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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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Because he'd wished my mother dead, my father said, God had punished him; God had taught Pastor Merrill not to trifle with prayer. And I suppose that was why it had been so difficult for Mr. Merrill to pray for Owen Meany -- and why he had invited us to offer up our silent prayers to Owen, instead of speaking out himself. And he called Mr. and Mrs. Meany "superstitious"! Look at the world: look at how many of our peerless leaders presume to tell us that they know what God wants! It's not God who's fucked up, it's the screamers who say they believe in Him and who claim to pursue their ends in His holy name!~John IrvingSource: A Prayer for Owen Meany
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