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Mar. 2nd, 2004 12:31 ami got my brooklyn library sunday!
my only complaint is that they didn't give me a key chain card the way that nypl did. that one is uber cool. the size of a grocery store savings card, it makes it easier to keep on hand. i. am. easy.
i could, in theroy, use that new york library card, but
my only complaint is that they didn't give me a key chain card the way that nypl did. that one is uber cool. the size of a grocery store savings card, it makes it easier to keep on hand. i. am. easy.
i could, in theroy, use that new york library card, but
- a i owe them money. while it's a small enough amount i could still check out books at a ny (read: manhattan) branch, i'm not sure enough if i'd still be able to use it to check out books in brooklyn.
- b by having a brooklyn library card, i help; to ensure future funding here. more library cards = more money. more money= more books. more books = more happiness. get it?
- c i just love the idea of getting a library card on a sunday. like i said, i'm easy.
- d because owing money to one library, isn't enough. i simply had to make myself available to help support yet another place of
worshipliteracy through my delinquency.
before i get attacked in any way, shape, or form for a or d (or b or c) yes, i owe them money. yes, i will pay it back. someday. sort of. i've decided that library fines help pay the electricity. this is "my way" of giving back. . . but seriously, i think i've mentally conditioned myself after 2 decades that my life is not complete unless i owe some money to some library somewhere. it's not that i necessarily intentionally take the shit back late, it just happens. out of control. honest.
i'm a bad, bad person prone to doing bad, bad things. perhaps this shall be my excuse.
and let me further say that i did start this new relationship out by buying a raffle ticket to help support the place. i would have bought more, but i have ZERO cash flow until i get paid. . . . either wednesday or thursday, whenever the money gets deposited.
( in which our fearless heroine digresses into a bit of ramblngs on about shitty television. )
why do i care to ramble so much? because i can. because i prefer to have no life. and because it distracts me from doing something about my goddamn job situation. oh, and because i just love feeling my brain rot.
EDIT my apologies. i apparently now seem to be starting to write valley speak more and more as well.