Invading My Personal Space

In order to get a second Working Holiday Visa in Australia its not enough to dedicate three months of your life you can't get back doing a job you didn't want in a part of Australia you never wanted to visit. You also have to have a very expensive chest X-Ray and medical to make sure you don't have anything nasty to spread around their fine country. Because you wouldn't have spread it around during the previous 12 months of course. Money grabbing cunts.

On account of the fact I have a couple of piercings and a few barely noticable tattoos I also have to have blood tests.

They're going to take my fucking blood.

WHILE I'M STILL FUCKING USING IT!

Why don't you just take a fucking kidney or two while you're at it? Or maybe a lung?

The Australian government are going to have my fucking DNA on file, not even the British government have that.

I'm scared.

What if they clone me? They might do with me being a perfect specimen an all, can you imagine a whole army of me? Terrifying. Incredibly good looking but terrifying all the same.

And what if somethings wrong with me? What if they find the dead foetus of my conjoined twin attached to my spleen?

What if its not dead???

Fuck I'm scared. I'm going in for the X-Ray and the blood tests on Monday and the medical is on the following Friday. A mate of mine had me worried they were gonna do a smear but they don't thank god, I don't want anyone scraping around my minge unless they intend to make me come afterwards.

Scared scared scared.

Last time I had blood taken my girlfriend had to come with me and sit on my legs so I couldn't run away.

Fuck I'm scared.

hyperventilates*

I'm off to find goon. Goon makes everything ok.

At least it does until the next morning when you have to remember where you left your braincells

written by

Koala Bear on January 5, 2007 from Perth, Australia

from the travel blog: Sod Off Great Big Mission Round Oz

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