A wasted journey? aka my longest entry to date!
I get to the US embassy, hand in the forms, Which incidentally i had a knightmare preparing cos the dog ate the pack, meaning i had to order another set of docs online, swing by an internet cafe on the way to the place print off and fill them in..... I digress.... I hand in said docs, take a ticket and wait nearly 3 hours, my number comes up, i see the moustashioed lady, and in the space of a minute get denied. My argument falls on def ears. Of course they're not gonna take my word for it, my case being that my ailing uncle will pay my way to ensure i don't have to work. Even i think that sounds like a croc of shit. And i know first hand it's a definite positively honest half-truth.
The outcome being i'm down $100 worth of non-refundable visa application, and i'll be stayin in america in 3 month increments using a visa-waiver.
The revelation, my ex and i got on famously, like we'd been apart a day or two, instead of the actual 5 years. Though we ommited the sex type thing, proving the theory that not every one is ruled by their hormones. This inspires me to stick to my new way of life, the one where i have sex with people cos it'll mean something, not cos i need an ego boost. Yes i've been in that dark place, don't pretend you haven't. It's taken a lot of pain for me to be dragged out of that shadowy recess. But i'm ready for a real life, like the ones grown-ups have. At this juncture let me point out, in the few long term relationships i've had i was faithfull, which made it all the more painfull when Gina wasn't. But i was i'm single i acted like a dog on heat. I once told an obese girl that i didn't fancy her, she cried, in a fit of remorse i had a marathon sex session with her. It wasn't even that she was like 23 stone that i said i wouldn't, it was actually the monobrow! Ahhh alcohol, ya bastard! To sum up it isn't opposable thumbs that seperates us from the beasts, nor ettiquette. It's the ability to keep it in our pants/keep our legs crossed (for the chicks!, hey i'm a man of the nineties..... uh, wait a minute!... am i?). Ok whoever reads through this drivel gets a random prize, an article from the vast amount of crap in my room. Just tell me where to send.... I can't even be bothered to read through it and see if i made sense.
PEACE!
I get to the US embassy, hand in the forms, Which incidentally i had a knightmare preparing cos the dog ate the pack, meaning i had to order another set of docs online, swing by an internet cafe on the way to the place print off and fill them in..... I digress.... I hand in said docs, take a ticket and wait nearly 3 hours, my number comes up, i see the moustashioed lady, and in the space of a minute get denied. My argument falls on def ears. Of course they're not gonna take my word for it, my case being that my ailing uncle will pay my way to ensure i don't have to work. Even i think that sounds like a croc of shit. And i know first hand it's a definite positively honest half-truth.
The outcome being i'm down $100 worth of non-refundable visa application, and i'll be stayin in america in 3 month increments using a visa-waiver.
The revelation, my ex and i got on famously, like we'd been apart a day or two, instead of the actual 5 years. Though we ommited the sex type thing, proving the theory that not every one is ruled by their hormones. This inspires me to stick to my new way of life, the one where i have sex with people cos it'll mean something, not cos i need an ego boost. Yes i've been in that dark place, don't pretend you haven't. It's taken a lot of pain for me to be dragged out of that shadowy recess. But i'm ready for a real life, like the ones grown-ups have. At this juncture let me point out, in the few long term relationships i've had i was faithfull, which made it all the more painfull when Gina wasn't. But i was i'm single i acted like a dog on heat. I once told an obese girl that i didn't fancy her, she cried, in a fit of remorse i had a marathon sex session with her. It wasn't even that she was like 23 stone that i said i wouldn't, it was actually the monobrow! Ahhh alcohol, ya bastard! To sum up it isn't opposable thumbs that seperates us from the beasts, nor ettiquette. It's the ability to keep it in our pants/keep our legs crossed (for the chicks!, hey i'm a man of the nineties..... uh, wait a minute!... am i?). Ok whoever reads through this drivel gets a random prize, an article from the vast amount of crap in my room. Just tell me where to send.... I can't even be bothered to read through it and see if i made sense.
PEACE!
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So, tell me darling, how was your day?
No encounters with crazy crack heads I hope...That seems to only happen in my life these days