happiness is a new visa
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2020.02.11
The Boy and I went downtown to pick up my spiffy new spousal visa at the Japanese consulate. I'm good to go to Japan.
twenty-eight years and a million words
The Boy and I went downtown to pick up my spiffy new spousal visa at the Japanese consulate. I'm good to go to Japan.
The end may justify the means as long as there is something that justifies the end.
—Leon Trotsky