hei people!
Ever wondered what the lives of the chosen ones are really like? Well, I’m going to tell you, because I’m one of them. I’m not talking about beautiful Model atau actors atau musical prodigies atau mathematical geniuses. I’m talking about the people who are born to it—those of us who have everything anyone could possibly wish for and who take it all completely for granted.
Welcome to New York City’s Upper East Side, where my Friends and I live and go to school and play and sleep—sometimes with each other. We all live in huge apartments with our own bedrooms and bathrooms and phone lines. We have unlimited access to money and booze and whatever else we want, and our parents are rarely home, so we have tons of privacy. We’re smart, we’ve inherited classic good looks, we wear fantastic clothes, and we know how to party. Our shit still stinks, but anda can’t smell it because the bathroom is sprayed hourly sejak the maid with a refreshing scent made exclusively for us sejak French perfumers.
It’s a luxe life, but someone’s got to live it.
Our apartments are all within walking distance of the Metropolitan Museum of Art on Fifth Avenue, and the single-sex private schools, like Constance Billard, which most of us go to. Even with a hangover, Fifth Avenue always looks so beautiful in the morning with the sunlight glimmering on the heads of the sexy St. Jude’s School boys.
But something is rotten on museum mile. . . .
Ever wondered what the lives of the chosen ones are really like? Well, I’m going to tell you, because I’m one of them. I’m not talking about beautiful Model atau actors atau musical prodigies atau mathematical geniuses. I’m talking about the people who are born to it—those of us who have everything anyone could possibly wish for and who take it all completely for granted.
Welcome to New York City’s Upper East Side, where my Friends and I live and go to school and play and sleep—sometimes with each other. We all live in huge apartments with our own bedrooms and bathrooms and phone lines. We have unlimited access to money and booze and whatever else we want, and our parents are rarely home, so we have tons of privacy. We’re smart, we’ve inherited classic good looks, we wear fantastic clothes, and we know how to party. Our shit still stinks, but anda can’t smell it because the bathroom is sprayed hourly sejak the maid with a refreshing scent made exclusively for us sejak French perfumers.
It’s a luxe life, but someone’s got to live it.
Our apartments are all within walking distance of the Metropolitan Museum of Art on Fifth Avenue, and the single-sex private schools, like Constance Billard, which most of us go to. Even with a hangover, Fifth Avenue always looks so beautiful in the morning with the sunlight glimmering on the heads of the sexy St. Jude’s School boys.
But something is rotten on museum mile. . . .
They had known each other since both of them where young, in kindergarten to be precise. She was his best friend’s girlfriend, and he was a pain and a nuisance to her. Chuck bass was a notorious among the Upper East Side for hard drinking and women. It was a known fact that he had slept his way through half of the Upper East Side, but there was only one woman he slept with who really mattered to him, only one woman he truly cared for, and only one woman he would ever truly love.
Blair Waldorf, she thought she was in Cinta with Nate Archibald, her boyfriend since as long as she could remember. Blair and Nate where the perfect couple among the residents of the Upper East Side. They matched each other perfectly in every way possible, until one night when, they had an argument and Serena was out of town, who did Blair turn to for support.....? Chuck Bass.
Blair Waldorf, she thought she was in Cinta with Nate Archibald, her boyfriend since as long as she could remember. Blair and Nate where the perfect couple among the residents of the Upper East Side. They matched each other perfectly in every way possible, until one night when, they had an argument and Serena was out of town, who did Blair turn to for support.....? Chuck Bass.
when they love.
