salut 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 mannequins ou actors ou musical prodigies ou 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 toi can’t smell it because the bathroom is sprayed hourly par the maid with a refreshing scent made exclusively for us par 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 mannequins ou actors ou musical prodigies ou 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 toi can’t smell it because the bathroom is sprayed hourly par the maid with a refreshing scent made exclusively for us par 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. . . .
Ok im going to say my haut, retour au début five chuck and blair scenes dont know if toi agree but i hope toi do remember to rate and comment!! thank you
1. The limo scene!!!
2. blairs birthday! giving her the necklace
3. blairs moms wedding when she comforts him!
4. season final dancing
5. chuck on the roof they hug
im a big chuck and blair fan and they have so many amazing scenes these are just a few i found really cute! becuase they montrer how in l’amour they are i just wish they could finaly get together becuase im sick of them almost getting together over and over!!!
please rate and comment
1. The limo scene!!!
2. blairs birthday! giving her the necklace
3. blairs moms wedding when she comforts him!
4. season final dancing
5. chuck on the roof they hug
im a big chuck and blair fan and they have so many amazing scenes these are just a few i found really cute! becuase they montrer how in l’amour they are i just wish they could finaly get together becuase im sick of them almost getting together over and over!!!
please rate and comment