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I appreciate everyone’s kind words and support about my mom. I know that her cancer is very treatable, and that she’ll be alright. But that’s my mom, and well, I don’t react to things well, so it’s no surprise I flipped out when I first heard. We’re all good now, except for my fucking stupid sister, who manages to turn everything into something about her. Ugh. I’m not talking about that now.

I was mistaken - she’s not having her hysterectomy on the seventh - she’s talking to the doctor and scheduling her surgery. I am really really REALLY hoping (and this will make me sound like a total ass, and I know this) that it’s either this month, or after February 20th. I bought a ticket to see Scott for Valentine’s day, and I just know it’s going to happen then, because Jesus and cancer don’t want me to get laid. (I am the worst daughter EVER. I KNOW.Please don’t email me and tell me what an asshole I am. You’ve read this blog enough to know that I am sometimes (gasp) sarcastic.)
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So, it’s 2008. Time to make a bunch of empty promises and blow them all of by the middle of the month.

It is for that reason that I generally avoid making resolutions. I know what a flakey bitch I am, so I don’t need to try and fool myself into lofty promises that will never be met. I’m fine with that.

I do, however, have one major goal in mind for this year, and that is to make a big dent in my credit card debt. I hate having it, yet I continue to spend like it’s going out of style. Well, enough of that shit. I made a few big purchases recently, and that’s it. I’m tired of cringing every time I see the Citicard and American Express envelopes. I actually intended for LAST YEAR to be the year I get out of debt, but then I had to take out a big loan for my surgery, and I have a few thousand in out of pocket medical bills, so nothing happened, and I just sort of said, “Fuck it.” And I didn’t care.

I’ve noticed that whenever my spending is out of control, so is my eating. And vice versa. I don’t know why that is, or if it happens with everyone that way, but that’s how it always works with me.

New Year’s Eve was a mess. I mean, it was fun, but I drank WAY too much and wanted to die yesterday. Usually, New Year’s day is spent at Kay and DMX’s house, eating breakfast burritos and making fun of the idiots at the Rose Parade (I hate parades, and this is the worst of them all). But this year I spent it on my couch cursing beer, and all the shots, and all the champagne I drank. I don’t know what happened, but Kay and I just went nuts after midnight, and it became The Kay and Andria Show.

Don’t ask what we’re doing in any of those pictures. I have no idea.

I know there is a giant champagne stain on my sweater. We were drinking it out of the bottle (we put the ass in class, y’all), and got into a little fight. I didn’t win.

We’re retards.