Dual citizenship

My mommy came home from work early to take me to the Philippine embassy to apply for dual citizenship. We just had to make sure I cover my ass because anyone vacationing in the Philippines for more than 30 days is automatically sent to the Immigration department upon landing in the airport where those crooks scam them to apply for a visa and charge them 2-3 times more than the actual fees.

We stopped by Costco so I can take a half-ass pic for the application. Then we found out at the embassy that because my dad still has his Philippine citizenship, I'm automatically a dual citizen. Those crooks won't be able to fuck with me now.

MOMMY: I don't even have dual-citizenship! When I became an American citizen, they made me renounce all other citizenships. So you're (that's me) better than me.

I over-ate at Sizzler, as is my Sizzler tradition, with a steak and lobster tail, plus salad bar (clam chowder, salad, chicken wings, tacos, ice cream, fruits with cottage cheese, jello, pudding, miscellaneous junk food) all in a total of 5 plates, and strawberry lemonade.

I did more shopping at Costco afterward for stuff to bring to the Philippines. I bought a drink, but all the rasperry nestea was unsweetened despite the labels still saying "sweetened." I asked for a refund. They refunded me, but told me to keep the cup as their apology and get something else. Free drink!

Then went to the mall and saw that Hot Topic has a new wolfpack tanktop (Twilight/New Moon) that I need to get. Finally! I've been waiting for the franchise to come out with muscle shirts! While walking at the Americana, my BFF Kat, who was likely at a bar, sent me a picture message of a snakebite (1 of my favorite drinks) that read:

Mmmm snake bites thinkin of u :) xoxo

(For the millionth time) Kat's family lives down the street from Kelly Clarkson's family in Texas. That's why I made her my BFF.