Monday, May 19, 2008

Hello Bitches! (happy voice)


Hello Upper West Coasters! Your favorite bitch, Gossip Guy is back, and it's time for me to sound off on Blake & Penn. One, YAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! I knew they were together, it's just my psychic intuition. Thats right bitches, I'm psychic, so non-believers, wherever you are, F#$% YOU! And two, Hello, they've been friends since middle school. When you know someone that long, and they're the opposite sex (although not always, as someone I know would prove [it didn't materialize, don't get your romance hopes up]), there's bound to be sparks. Now, in personal news, I've started writing my letter to MTV, for, drum-roll, "The Valley". Now, if we are picked up, just remember, it's about young socialites going to an advanced school which happens to be inconveniently located in the a-ghetto. Seriously though, before the show starts, (and I know it probably won't), I've been thinking of starting the nouevou riche, Future Socialite's Club. We  would also throw the annual Socialite's Ball at The Stockton Hotel tower ballroom, which is hopefully, still in working condition, no cameras have been inside it in 29 years. Moving On! As I type, I watch Dan, yes, Dan break up with Serena, and I hate, hate, the way things are SUPPOSED to happen. I'm just hoping that Chuck and Blair realize that there's more to their relationship, and they become the new golden couple, or not really golden couple, more like satan's couple, complete with horns and shared red trident. They just prove that love is everywhere, and that two of the most evil people on the Upper East Side can find each other. Here's to Chuck and Blair! Moving On! Jamie Lynn was sited in Missouri, huge tummy, giant boobs, stomach full of Mickey-D's, and brand new power saw in all. Oh, is that romance brewing between Serena and Nate? Why I do say there's a new pairing, and I also officially hate the guy hitting on B at the helipad, and is that fear of change in Chuck's eyes, oh my, he's gonna have sex with that slutt, well, let's call it even with Blair's retaliation flirting. You Know you love me, XOXO, Gossip Guy.

                                                                I'm Out, Worship Me Bitches! 

My Odd Obsession with Death, Hollywood, and my need to take over the world that I can't shake

Why do I like to wander cemetaries? Why do I love Marilyn Monroe, James Dean, Gene Kelley, Princess Diana, Humphrey Bogart, Spencer Tracy, Katherine Hepburn, Aubrey Hepburn, and, suprisingly, Paris Hilton? Why can't I shake the yearning to take over the world and have the world population wait on me hand and foot, fanning me with enormous palm leaves, and buying me anything I desire. I don't know. Some people call me crazy, psychotic, pyro-maniacal, bi-polar, or insane, but its just me. Over time I'm going to reveal the method to my madness, but for today, all I'm going to reveal is this; My one true goal in life, if the world domination thing doesn't work out, is to be famous for nothing, and be treated like royalty. All I Want to be is, quoting one of the people I just talked about, Loved By You. Every single person alive. I want to be a house hold name. Just you watch, one day I'll be smiling from the center of the stage at Grauman's Chinese.