(Part One)
HAHAHAHA!
I have an interview date with the US Embassy in London.
This is it, kids. This is all that stands between me and the US. All that stands between me and the woman whom I am madly in love with.
Between Krissa and I.
The first part to this post was telling my family and friends that I had met the woman who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, and that unfortunately, our chosen combined courses in life would take me away from them, geographically at least, which is something we've all had to start to come to terms with.
This...this is me BOUNCING UP AND DOWN because the end to the visa process is, at last, in sight.
The 9th of September.
I've been interviewed for jobs on the behalf of companies before.
I've never been interviewed on the behalf of a country.
I am feeling rather good right now.
Have a sunny wonderfucker of a weekend, y'all.
I think we all know who the women you are madly in love with is. I like the fact you qualify it anyway.
Interview will be just dandy. Try not to mention you know anything about chemicals. Don't say "I come to your country, I take your jobs AND your women"
HOLY JUMPING JEEPERS that's freaking CAT-TASTIC AWESOME all OVER the house!!!!
I don't know what that statement just meant. It was definitely enthusiastic, though. And positive.
I think my brain is just shocked that I didn't actually hear Krissa squealing from down the canyons of Manhattan and across the boroughs when she found out.
BEST of luck!
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i just saw this, and the title is almost teh same as your old blog-title, so thought you might find it amusing:
http://www.thefridayproject.co.uk/tft/free/
hmm. no date on url. click cwickly.
Hurrah! Good luck with the interview!
You're madly in love with a woman? You want to move to New York?!!!
You could at least have dropped a few subtle hints in your blog or something... ;-)
Best of luck with the interview, you'll sail through it (and across the sea).
Dear GOD Gordon I hope it doesn't come to that. I was planning on travelling by air, so if I end up sailing, someone somewhere is going to want to know what happened to their aeroplane.
Fan-fucking-tastic. Good luck, man!