Oooooooooooo Chocolate!!!
Hi Friends,
This is me on Sunday night after Nick gave me a massive chocolate Easter egg.
They're all the rage here.
Forget about dying eggs or easter baskets.
Just get a big ol fuckin chocolate egg.
And make it dark chocolate. Thanks.
You may be wondering why I look so.... rough.
Well can I be honest?
Great. Cuz we are usually honest around here.
The previous night Nick and I were having a discussion about immigration issues and we recently discovered I would have to pay £1,000 to renew my visa when it expires in September. I'm not even exaggerating this time.
Enter emotional breakdown.
Conversation between husband and myself went something as follows:
Nick: Why are you crying?
Me: (lip quivering) I just feel it's so unfair. I pay taxes. I live here.
Why don't they like me?
Nick : They don't know you. They just want your money.
Me: I know it just makes me feel like I don't belong.....
tear. sob.
I don't belong anywhere anymore!
I can't go a day without someone making fun of my American twang.
And I'm not even American enough anymore.
If I went home now I wouldn't fit in like I used to.
I say things like "quite lovely."
I actually believe in universal health care.
I run for buses.
Nick,
I don't even believe in guns anymore!
(The horror!)
Nick: Kelly lot's of Americans don't believe in guns...
like Michael Moore.
Me : MICHAEL MOORE!
Gasp. Sob. choke. tears.
You think I am Michael Moore!
I don't want to be like Michael Moore....
He is fat.....
Nick : .....And he has a beard.
Me: Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.!!!
Sob sob sob.
You think I have a beard!?
Choke. Sob. River of tears.
I HATE MY LIFE!





