They want us so bad

I should try to remember that before they place the telepathy chip in my brain, no one can read the blog postings I have planned in my head. What a lazy ass I'm with my blog.

Nine months in the application process and unexpectedly back in Hel, we received a luvly letter from the other side of the ocean saying they'd be happy to give us the permanent residenceship. Whooopeeee! If only we'd figure out a way to use it wisely.

April sleet ain't good enough a reason to flee this techy country. Besides, all my fave bands are performing in Hel in April and May. Sorry Canada, you have to wait.