I’ve been living in my new apartment for roughly six months now, so I’m not exactly sure why it’s taken me this long to notice this, but — all of our mounted ceiling lights look like boobs.
I stumbled across the first breast-like light one afternoon when I was home sick from work. I was lying down with my head hanging over the foot of my bed, and there it was: A breast — smack-dab in the middle of my ceiling.
I suppose this just shows how nonobservant I am; considering the exact same fixture is mounted in my roommate’s room, both hallways, the kitchen, as well as the bathroom.
Lesson learned? Look up every once in a while.
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