you give me fever when you kiss me, fever when you told me tight...
When I go into a library, I'm like one of those women who can't stop picking up disreputable men in bars. I tell myself I'll be a good girl, but I always end up dragging at least two or three tomes out with me. Their lovely covers or tantalising summaries make me promises, and though I know they will inevitably keep me up at night and drive me to distraction, I can't resist them.
Well, that was slightly pretentious. But entirely true. I had to go on an expedition to town today to drop something off for dad, so I popped in to the library on my way home. Error. I now have several more books to add to the already teetering pile. It also means said books will no doubt distract me from all the uni reading I should be doing.
Ah well. Such is life.
Well, that was slightly pretentious. But entirely true. I had to go on an expedition to town today to drop something off for dad, so I popped in to the library on my way home. Error. I now have several more books to add to the already teetering pile. It also means said books will no doubt distract me from all the uni reading I should be doing.
Ah well. Such is life.