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Disclaimer: All the real names of people, places, and events have been altered or abbreviated to protect the innocent. Namely, me.

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're smart, we've inherited classic good looks, we have fantastic clothes, and we know how to party...

Hey People!

Well. Midterms are finally done, and you know what that means! Parties, shopping for parties and more parties! Can life get any better for those of us fortunate enough to be rich? We can afford to ditch school for smoking, put off homework to go to parties. And let's face it, we all know that you'd much rather be partying with me than stuck at home writing essays, or whatever it is people do for school. What they really should offer in school are courses on smart shopping, how to throw the bash of the year-no the decade- how to save yourself from getting a stoner, cheating boyfriend…sorry, no unnecessary digs. That's the kind of stuff we can really use. Speaking of parties. I was dancing with this totally hot blond at the killer party S threw last night. If you missed it, don't worry. There is way more opportunities to get your groove on. So ditch those books, grab your new fire engine red MAC, your smokin' cherry Prada halter dress, your 4-inch Manolo Blahnik's and get ready to go crazy! You know you love me…

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Dear GG

I heard that B was into chicks. I mean, we always see her everywhere with S, and even lately big breasted J. How long has B been into the ladies? 'Cause man, that is hot!

-bcurious

Dear bcurious

I don't know where you get your info, but honey, it's wrong. The delectable B is into men, or have you never noticed her obsession with N? Just because B likes to shop with the ladies, and they happen to be friends means nothing. Trust me. I know these things.

-Love me

Dear Gossip Girl

Are you hot? If you are, meet me outside the Carlyle, wearing a trench coat and nothing else, except for maybe 4 inch spike heels. I'll be the one in black leather. Can't wait.

-hot4u

Dear hot

You have got to be kidding me. I am the hottest girl you'll ever meet. Or in your case, I am the hottest girl you'll never meet. And trench coats are so tacky, although not as tacky as lack leather. Sorry honey. The answer is no.

-gossip girl

Sightings

B and N sitting huddled together on a bench outside of her 72nd and fifth apartment, rustling through a new Victoria's secret bag. I wonder what they could be up to. V and D coming out of the seriously upper class hotel, the Carlyle. God, guys, can you be any more obvious about your, um, activities? Besides that is so clichéd. Sweet little J trying desperately to find a new bra in her size. It seems like she always needs a new one…S and A buying more of those herbal cigarettes A insists on buying. Has he got S into those as well, now? Why do the beautiful people smoke? Oh wait, I do too…And we all have a favourite rock star…he was sitting alone at the newest hotspot. If he ever needs anyone, there's always me…