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Blerg.  So I’m totally back into Gossip Girl again this season, after holding out for a good…oh, three or four episodes back in the fall. In my defense, I only started watching this show last season during the writer’s strike, and I needed some fresh television viewing.  Plus, my parents didn’t allow me and my sister to watch “90210” back in the day, so really, this is just my way of fulfilling those adolescent fantasies of watching ridiculously attractive, preposterously rich twenty-somethings pretend to be ridiculously attractive, preposterously rich teens and revel in the bad decisions they make, both on-screen and off.  (In case you’re wondering, I haven’t gotten sucked into the new “90210.”  That shit just looks retarded.  And all the girls are obnoxiously skinny.) But so this week’s episode totally had me almost crying - almost, because I refuse to let a teen drama on the CW actually cause me to shed real tears of emotion.  But for real, it was crazy.  Chuck’s dad died (ed. note - or did he?? Bum bum bummmmmm) and Chuck went on a total bender, blaming everyone around him for his pain and drinking himself into oblivion.  Ps, I love Chuck Bass.  Like, Ed Westwick is probably no more than 5’5” and is most likely a total d-bag in real life, but I can’t help it.  He’s so….smolder-y.  And he’s quick with the zingers, which I think we can all agree on is the number one trait we look for in a man; am I right ladies?  Eh??  Yeah, I thought so… But so his on-again, off-again love Blair finds him and he’s finally breaks down and she just embraces him in this crazy awkward-but-passionate hug / head-lock thing, and it’s just like, “ahhhh.” Anyways, so that was my Monday….um….just realized how terrible of a story that was…and then I found ten dollars! (Zing.) shiningstar: keepinganotebook: EPIC.

Blerg.  So I’m totally back into Gossip Girl again this season, after holding out for a good…oh, three or four episodes back in the fall.

In my defense, I only started watching this show last season during the writer’s strike, and I needed some fresh television viewing.  Plus, my parents didn’t allow me and my sister to watch “90210” back in the day, so really, this is just my way of fulfilling those adolescent fantasies of watching ridiculously attractive, preposterously rich twenty-somethings pretend to be ridiculously attractive, preposterously rich teens and revel in the bad decisions they make, both on-screen and off.  (In case you’re wondering, I haven’t gotten sucked into the new “90210.”  That shit just looks retarded.  And all the girls are obnoxiously skinny.)

But so this week’s episode totally had me almost crying - almost, because I refuse to let a teen drama on the CW actually cause me to shed real tears of emotion.  But for real, it was crazy.  Chuck’s dad died (ed. note - or did he?? Bum bum bummmmmm) and Chuck went on a total bender, blaming everyone around him for his pain and drinking himself into oblivion.  Ps, I love Chuck Bass.  Like, Ed Westwick is probably no more than 5’5” and is most likely a total d-bag in real life, but I can’t help it.  He’s so….smolder-y.  And he’s quick with the zingers, which I think we can all agree on is the number one trait we look for in a man; am I right ladies?  Eh??  Yeah, I thought so…

But so his on-again, off-again love Blair finds him and he’s finally breaks down and she just embraces him in this crazy awkward-but-passionate hug / head-lock thing, and it’s just like, “ahhhh.”

Anyways, so that was my Monday….um….just realized how terrible of a story that was…and then I found ten dollars!

(Zing.)

shiningstar:

keepinganotebook:

EPIC.

keepinganotebook

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