My local library is quite big, but has lots of computers and study tables and DVDs and magazines and stuff and not many, you know,
books; I borrow one or two a week. I finally got to the central library after work yesterday and it was bliss, I'd almost forgotten what it was like to wander round assembling an unwieldy pile as high as your arms can carry, and still know you can go back another time... getting them home was less fun, of course. )
The bridge I walk under to get to the station has joined the illustrious list of bridges-with-a-grudge;
( Cut for homophobic insults ) I think the viciousness coupled with poor spelling make it a rather interesting example. (Also, the name happens to make it a rhyming couplet.) Anyway, how nice to think I'll be seeing it every day until the paint fades, eh?
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