aaaaaaaaaaaaaaand cue the tenative sigh of relief.

i called my mom tonight for two reasons - one, to find out if brittanie actually did ask to get help last night. and two, if she did, to share intel that i found out.

the difference i'm noticing in this round of crap is that when justin had problems, my mom couldn't handle it, even when us kids were offering up ways to help him. this time around, my mom's got a boyfriend. and he, along with us kids, are helping her deal. seriously, it makes me sad when people depend that much on being in relationships, when they really are much stronger than they give themselves credit for.

independant women, throw your hands up at me and some shit.

the final verdict is my mom is actually going to be calling around looking for a therapist for brittanie. or she says she will. i sincerely truly hope that she holds up her end of the bargain and that brittanie will be okay.

you know what else??!!??!? IT'S TUESDAY. and tomorrow is WEDNESDAY. and the last day of my workweek. sweet lord i love the holidays. all i want for xmas is everything on the list, ahahahahahhahahhha.

sometime soon be on the lookout for bigfatass changes to this here blog, i've grown tired of being fruity. because, of course, that means i'm gay. with all the ladies i sit near at work. or at least that's what i keep hearing around the watercooler.