Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Thank you Sara for getting me addicted to this rediculous crap.

I want to be in Blair's Wolfpack. She is the queen bee of NY. Can you imagine having a limo take you to school, and then pick you up and take you to the bar for martinis and crudites? Keep in mind you're only 16. Then you've got hot Chuck Bass who secretly has a british accent that no one knows about. You have designer clothing on hand at all times, and an endless supply of laboutins. And there are sparkly headbands and dresses galore. Oh, to be a New York Socialite. Thank god this isn't real life. Or I'd really be feeling jipped. Now if you'd excuse me, I need to go have lunch on the steps of the art museum.

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