I got my German visa and freelance-work permit yesterday. It only took eight months, four appointments, three frantic midnight phone calls to my mother, five overnighted packages, one massive immigration-office bureaucracy paperwork fuckup and sixty euros. Kafka, he was not kidding about these people.
But all that! Is water under the bridge. Because I? I am SO TOTALLY FUCKING LEGAL. Until May of 2008. And I didn't even have to marry anyone or forge documents or flee to Estonia to do it. Joy!
Subject: Jaime, female, age 25.
Background:
American expatriate, wannabe classical musician, general misfit.
Sagittarius, Taurus rising.
HTML beginner.
5'11 in shoes.
Review:
Somewhat graceless and neurotic; addictive personality; will unintentionally lose or break anything you loan her.
Bakes a mean chocolate chip cookie and knows a couple of funny jokes.
Generally pleasant and well-meaning but likely destined for mediocrity.
Score: 6.5/10.



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