The other me
Sometimes when I come back from campouts and other escapes from routine I don't recognize myself. I read the last blog entry and went, huh, that's nice. She sure talks a lot and changes subjects a lot! But now it's back to normal and she is me. Oh well.
Even if this Visa thing fails, who the hell cares right? Riiiigghhht?
posted by Vanessa @ 16:41
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I'm betting it will work. If the consulate people are anything like mainland New Zealanders, they're not even reading your visa application. They probably just count the pages and say "she looks nice."
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Anyone seen "I *Heart* Huckabees"? How am I not myself...How am I not myself...How am I not myself...
COME TO THE CAMPOUT.
Celebrate your anniversary on Thursday or Monday.
The campout is my official going away party (although whether you come or not, the two of us still have to do something alone before I leave.)
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