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Hey, guess what? In keeping with the life-long trend of Nothing Ever Going The Way It’s Supposed To For Andria, I get to back to the hospital on Monday afternoon for some more surgery. A part of my incision was not healing correctly - the doctor said the skin “wasn’t viable”, so he’s going to cut it off and connect it with the healthy skin, and then he assures me that it will heal correctly. I only have to stay overnight, thankfully, and then I get to come home with a ton of anti-biotics, which is just awesome, because as soon as my body smells anti-biotics of any kind, I get a yeast infection (you’re welcome).

I guess I could get really pissed about this, but it’s not going to make anything better at this point. All I can do is trust my surgeon and blindly hope for the best.

Sometimes I wonder who I was in a previous life that things constantly go wrong for me. The only thing I can assume is that I was one of those people that beat Jesus on the cross, Hitler, or Joan Crawford.

Whatever.
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One of the most annoying things about celebrity red-carpet interviews is when the moron with the mic asks whatever celebrity he/she’s interviewing to give advice to some other random celebrity going through some sort of turmoil and/or scandal. Then the person being interviewed will look into the camera and offer someone they probably don’t even know some stupid suggestion about the problem.

I saw a clip of someone interviewing Denise Richards, and asked her to give advice to (I think) Paris Hilton, and she said, “I’m not really one to give advice. I’m divorced and I ran off with my best friend’s husband. I don’t have any advice.”

Hahahahaha. I could almost like her for that.

Almost.