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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 -lyrics
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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 were […]

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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 address […]

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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 do?

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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.
On […]

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