I just got an email saying my travel permit has been approved! Oooh! My toes quiver at the power I might acquire!



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A herd of sheep is a good start in my experience.

Also, I can now leave the U.S. (and return) at my leisure.




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Legend:
Piratess
Viking

Piratess here, breathless and panting from her first meeting with the dashing and elusive Lord Dictator. The Viking and I have decided we can wait no longer to post the news of our turbulent engagement. We have been given GRADE A U.S. APPROVAL TO BE PERMANENT LOVE MONKEYS!

We set off at dawn on an arduous journey towards the capitol of Sweden... Gothenburg. Alright, alright... it's Stockholm!

(Damn pixie-footed, wet-nappied glory stealers!)

About to leave the hotel, still groggy from last night's sleep (yes, yes, that's it!), we didn't quite realize how hard it would be to get a cab 8 AM in the busiest city in the North. Eh heh... We made the interview! Barely.

(*snorts* Sleep. Riiiiightt...) Aaaannnnnyyywaaayyy... After going through the steely, well-guarded gates, we made our way into the United States Embassy. We fed the dragon its customary fare and I got to pat its nose! ^.^

The consular office beast greeted with much gusto and told us to: "Shut up and sit the hell down!" Okay, he didn't. We were stunned and overcome with giddy joy when we were told I was approved. IN TEN MINUTES! What a fucking anti-climax that was to this whole thing

*nods* I thought we'd be there for hours. Ostensibly. I had a dagger concealed about me curvy, buxom person to quicken the line if it came to that. Just as I was getting ready to slip it between the ribs of a likely looking couple, we were called! The lack of bloodlust and trickery sort of let me down, but at least it was quick.

The next day was the fierce Piratess' birthday! So we took the American shopping for some exotic birthday presents in the city of Gothenburg!

His mommy was gonna buy me a couch!

Today she's getting chocolate cake! It's a dream come true. Right, honey?

*dribbles stupidly, legs twitching, eyes rolled back in her head*

That good, huh? *grins*



Anyway, now the greatest part of our adventure begins! Actually tying the elusive, holy knot!

We're gonna watch Blackadder now... so, good night folks!

*tee hee!* I love his little euphenisms!

VISA APPOINTMENT ON THE 19TH OF OCTOBER! WOOOO-HOOOO!

It's like fucking Christmas right now!!! I'm five years old all over again! heeee heeee

The Swede's adventures continue! Read all about it on Ze Blog!

(Ah, yes, folks, I had to go to Stockholm for a medical. 8 hours on the train that day... woohoo... and I have to go back a second time. The joy.) Anyway, I'm sure you'll find this entertaining

->> The Swedish Invasion, Part II <<-

It's nice reading entries on here, but I really hate updating my journal. Please, check out the blog, instead. You won't be disappointed. Okay, that's not much of a motivator... Ah, I know.

FREE BOOZE FOR EVERYONE!

I'll be updating more frequently once I've moved. That is, while I'm waiting for an EAD (work permit) and have nothing to do except re-wallpaper the apartment fifteen times a day and tell you about the adventures of a Swedish immigrant

->> The Swedish Invasion, Part I <<-