It’s annoying when you discover something great, late. I could have really used this library.. especially when I was forced to draw up my AWARD school stuff on the floor of my bedroom because of those annoying feline mother fuckers.
Customs house is old. It’s like a billion years old, at least. Why has no one ever told me about the library inside. Sure, Nads would come here all the time when SHE was studying and yes, the Opera House occupy the third floor AND I work for the Opera House, you would assume I had been here at least once. But I have not. Boy, what a building. Did you know there is a huge hole in the middle? A hole heap of space all the way to the roof. It’s like the architects designing this place had some kind of fetish for high ceilings but knew that a building this tall without floors would be a huge waste of space so they built 5 levels and kept the middle open. It’s nice having windows on the inside. Maybe it wasn’t always enclosed.. maybe once upon a time there was no roof so the rain would fall right through the hole to the ground. It’s like a tall donut building, except it’s square-ish. It’s tubular.
There would be a reason why they did what they did when they made this place. I should probably find out. Later.
‘Why is she at customs house?’ you will be asking yourself right about now and if not I just put the question in your brain so it’s time for an answer. I’m designing my own business card. The whole process is a huge pain in the ass. Making a decision about which toilet cubicle to wee in is hard enough, deciding on what your business card looks like is (to reference my penriff grass roots) doin’ ma head in! On one hand, I want other peoples opinion and I want them to tell me whether they like it and than on the other, I don’t give a shit. It’s meant to be all me, right? One little, oblong shaped, double sided piece of cardboard with some simple instructions on how to make contact with me. How could this be so fucking hard.
No one reads my blog, except Lawry. Hi Lawry! AND maybe Nads. Hey Nads!
There is a baby crying.. Babies shouldn’t be allowed in Customs House. I’m going home.
