citrus

update:
success!
one-forty-four a.m., saturday, july seventeenth, central daylight time.

i've borrowed clothes to nap in,
completely consumed the bottle of nineteen-ninety-eight chianti classico reserva from somewhere italian, spent time running and going from one person to the next, keeping up with conversation and trailing off on tangents...
consumed other party favors, and am ready to sleep/pass-out, to tell some truth.
good night, sweet world.

thank you for cotton.


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for tonight's trick, ladies and gentleman,
citrus' goal is to consume as much of a bottle of wine as possible, in a number of hours, without making a complete ass of herself (which would include hurting any other person, having sex with some other person, vomiting anywhere besides into a toilet, damaging expensive machinery, or other like reckless behavior)

in preparation for tonight's events,
she will put food on her stomach, soften her eyes with a tiny amount of herb, choke down a daily vitamin, one-hundred cc of ginseng, drink three shots of espresso, enlist the companionship of a safe friend and designated driver, and put on a happy face.



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i'm wearing two pair of earrings as one.
the diamonds my mother gave me, thirty-something years old, originally from my father,
and the dangles that allison made. i'm allergic to the clasps on those so i've strung them through the backs of the classics. it works for me.

and i put on a little makeup

it will be good times.
i keep promising joe it will be, so he'll get less apprehensive about going...
but we're going to go eat and see a friend of mine at the restaurant and swing by a very-commercial coffee shop
and listen to more music and chat more and show up to other smiling faces.

joy joy joy,
let's go!

gimme a T . G . I . F .
and a bunch of other letters that stand for all the fabulous characters with whom i will share company tonight!

yip yip