fleshyorgans

Journal of a software engineer with a romantic heart

Feed my little baby

I have Eddie Money’s “Take Me Home Tonight” running through my head. I always thought it was weird that there’s this song about, essentially, wanting to go home and get some hot nookie, then right at the end of the refrain some chick sings, “Feed my little baby…” So I looked it up in google [...]

A Serious Post

Went to the hospital to see my Uncle die, today. Well, he’s actually my step-uncle. I’ve maybe said 5 words to him, ever — no real relationship with him. I used to attempt small-talk with him at family events we went to, but more for courtesy and friendliness than anything else. By the time I’d [...]

I love you, Mishawaka Utilities

By love, I mean despise. And to be sure, when I say that I want to tenderly hold you in my arms, I mean it in the firebombing-in-the-dead-of-night sense. In order to get myself reinstated as the correct owner at my address (see previous), I had to pay a security deposit — as if I [...]

When they were passing out brains, you thought they said “trains”…

A new neighbor has apparently been giving MY apartment number as HIS apartment number. I started receiving his bank statements last week. I tried paying my electric bill today and discovered the payment stub had HIS name on it, with my address. Called the electric co this morning to find that they index on the [...]

My Apartment = Palace of Love

Two pigeons were mating on the air conditioner in my window, this morning. Imagine the normal sound of a pigeon cooing, except sort of fevered — in the same manner as a human would say, “Oh! Oh! Oh!”, and sort of throaty. Not the way I like starting my day, but what are you gonna [...]

headbanger

Nirvana’s “Smells Like Teen Spirit” is one of the very few songs that will cause me to unabashedly rock out. Music turns up, followed by my hand into the air as the head swings back and forth — head-banging. It worked better with the skater flop/middle-part thing than with the current Brian Seacrest hair, though. [...]

Ugh

Guess it’s not the neighbors. I woke up at 5AM today. Yes, on a Saturday. Forced myself to go back to sleep because my coffee maker is set to start at 6:15 and I HATE getting up and having to wait for the pot to finish brewing. To make this post more interesting, I shall [...]

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