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Tales of a Post-Grad Nothing

Wednesday, August 08, 2007

Bringing Sexy Back One Floor Covering At a Time

This is a rug that's for sale near my house:

Whenever I pass by and see it's exoticism staring me in the face, I try to imagine a context...any context...where that particular gem of a household accessory would fit in. The only image I can ever conjure up involves someone whispering "I love your musk" and a lot of Sinead O'Connor's "Nothing Compares" playing in the background. Also this guy plays a pretty prominent role:

Every time I pass by that rug, I'm left with the overwhelming conclusion that my life isn't nearly decadent enough.


At 6:46 AM, Anonymous Jeff said...

Where did you find my picture?

At 6:02 PM, Blogger bunny mcintosh said...

That kid's name is Tray and he used to live in my basement and read me Joyce Carol Oats novels and I cut his bangs. We had a great summer until the Utah authorities got ahold of him and gave him back to his parents.


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