the scene opens with grey skies and a bit of chili fries in the air...me standing on columbia street in a full length chanel gown, hair in an up do by edward kohl. swimming in diamonds and soaking wet with pearls. my lipstick is brick red...the trees start to whistle...i start to break out in song...mamma mia don't ever let you go? the soundtrack then goes into womanizer....victorian dancers come out of nowhere we do a lavish dance number in the streets...i am not at all concerned that my buy one get one free express salads will get crushed i just keep on dancing...the gas laterns on howard street are filled with disco balls. i blink and everyone is gone..i am in my clothes from last night...still smelling like pizza and wings....coffee, cigarettes, and booze ooozing out of my pores...vision impaired. eyes bleeding. outfits to match. gifts to wrap. fudge to pack. netflix to watch. i am a very stylish girl. busy body queen bee on the prowl. time to buzz my way up to the hive and kick this shit into 5th gear. i wonder if santa is gonna be white or black this year? last year he was black, but actually it was two guys from wildwood breaking and entering for a cup of flour to make christmas cookies for their kids. oh what a winter wonderland. i wish snowflakes were pink mixed with glitter. note to mother nature: get your shit together and start making things happen.
the music dies and the scene fades to black.
exit stage left, beyatches.
i know your all going to be on your tip toes for episode 41.
P.S. JLC if you have been secretly watching my shit show...HAPPY 77th BIRTHDAY PAYCE.
i know mom is up in heaven with her feet up on her otto watching with a big bowl of p corn and a ice cold kettle one martini extra dirty and dry. CHOW CHOW FOR NOW.
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