my life as an egg...
hmmm, i wonder which DID come first... the chook or the egg?
okay, why AM i posting here??? well, after all my whinging and whining about LJ vs. FOD... i've found myself with very little time to operate 2 diaries... it's distressing to see just how much time i have to myself. at any rate it's certainly not enough to maintain 2 diaries. anyways, my thoughts on this boil down to this. MOST of my pals and readers of my uneventfully boring life are here. I have used this site for all my woes and joys for the past 2 years... I don't know that I can simply switch. Add to this my ever increasing frustration with their customisation bullshit and you have me here. Still. And for for little melissa... i can't help it. I was born with the brain of a maldeformed newt and all your coaching aside cannot seem to assist me. so... i'll post here and copy into LJ... but that's just so maria and melissa don't have to come ALLL THE WAY OVER HERE (*shouts*) to note me. LOL.
anyway. I can't remember where i'm up to with all this immigration nonsense. it's copnstantly perplexing that the government has this much control over me... but anyway. we put our application in. paid our $1800 bucks (yes, never had you thought a few pieces of paper could warp you of so much money)... i only wish they asked for it in rupees or something... luckily we didn't have jo's problem with the "fucking gold amex card - i could buy a house if i wanted to!!!!" (which i still find oh-so-entertaining!!!)... and to this day we have a secured interview on the 9th december at 11am. i've been filled with horror stories about the innterrogation and the 4000 questions that they're bound to ask me... i've done my folder and put everything worthless item in it that might, in some small way appeal to the common sense of these people. now it comes down to this: it doesn't really matter how much we say that we love each other, it doesn't matter how many people vouch for the fact that we love each other... we could have 1100 bank accounts, 9,000,000 photo's and all the back-up in the world and immigration aren't going to necessarily believe you. i dare say they've seen enough con artists in their time to make them suspicious about everyone... so we'll just have to go and hope they see us as a fit couple. yes, if they knock us back i will scream and kick and cry. i couldn't and can't and won't function without mike. he's like the centre of my universe and i may as well be the planets that revolve around him. if there is any way opf making a heartless russian (because that's what she is) immigration caseworker understand this (no, there are no australians - by birth - that work at immigration)... i am hoping that in addition to this that she will grant mike back his work rights becasue we're struggling to keep out heads above the water with all our financial difficulties... so... if you can... cross ya fingers for us!!!
(*.v.*)
okay, why AM i posting here??? well, after all my whinging and whining about LJ vs. FOD... i've found myself with very little time to operate 2 diaries... it's distressing to see just how much time i have to myself. at any rate it's certainly not enough to maintain 2 diaries. anyways, my thoughts on this boil down to this. MOST of my pals and readers of my uneventfully boring life are here. I have used this site for all my woes and joys for the past 2 years... I don't know that I can simply switch. Add to this my ever increasing frustration with their customisation bullshit and you have me here. Still. And for for little melissa... i can't help it. I was born with the brain of a maldeformed newt and all your coaching aside cannot seem to assist me. so... i'll post here and copy into LJ... but that's just so maria and melissa don't have to come ALLL THE WAY OVER HERE (*shouts*) to note me. LOL.
anyway. I can't remember where i'm up to with all this immigration nonsense. it's copnstantly perplexing that the government has this much control over me... but anyway. we put our application in. paid our $1800 bucks (yes, never had you thought a few pieces of paper could warp you of so much money)... i only wish they asked for it in rupees or something... luckily we didn't have jo's problem with the "fucking gold amex card - i could buy a house if i wanted to!!!!" (which i still find oh-so-entertaining!!!)... and to this day we have a secured interview on the 9th december at 11am. i've been filled with horror stories about the innterrogation and the 4000 questions that they're bound to ask me... i've done my folder and put everything worthless item in it that might, in some small way appeal to the common sense of these people. now it comes down to this: it doesn't really matter how much we say that we love each other, it doesn't matter how many people vouch for the fact that we love each other... we could have 1100 bank accounts, 9,000,000 photo's and all the back-up in the world and immigration aren't going to necessarily believe you. i dare say they've seen enough con artists in their time to make them suspicious about everyone... so we'll just have to go and hope they see us as a fit couple. yes, if they knock us back i will scream and kick and cry. i couldn't and can't and won't function without mike. he's like the centre of my universe and i may as well be the planets that revolve around him. if there is any way opf making a heartless russian (because that's what she is) immigration caseworker understand this (no, there are no australians - by birth - that work at immigration)... i am hoping that in addition to this that she will grant mike back his work rights becasue we're struggling to keep out heads above the water with all our financial difficulties... so... if you can... cross ya fingers for us!!!
(*.v.*)