Monday, August 3, 2009

On Missed Opportunities

It occurs to me that had we moved into any other apartment in our development years ago my door, which slides into the wall rather than swing outwards or inwards, would have been a large mirror instead of solid wood.

The result of this would have meant I could be doing it doggy style on my bed and look to the side, catch my own eye in the reflection and then flex my biceps, pointing and affirming to myself just how awesome I am to be able to recreate a seen from American Psycho without purchasing two hookers, a chainsaw and a drop cloth.

Oh, who am I kidding? There would have to be hookers and the drop cloth is just smart planning.

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