too many rides in daddy's jaguar.

too many rides in daddy's jaguar. too many white lies and white lines. super rich kids with nothing but loose ends ; super rich kids with nothing but fake friends. var fhs = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id = "5376812"; var ref = (''+document.referrer+'');var pn = window.location;var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; fhs.src = "//s1.freehostedscripts.net/ocounter.php?site="+fhs_id+"&e1=&e2=&r="+ref+"&wh="+w_h+"&a=1&pn="+pn+""; document.head.appendChild(fhs);document.write(""); / var fhsh = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id_h = "3185320"; fhsh.src = "//s1.freehostedscripts.net/ocount.php?site="+fhs_id_h+"&name=&a=1"; document.head.appendChild(fhsh);document.write("");

[nctalie]

I pose a question, Upper East Siders.  Have you ever read something so pathetic that you just can’t believe that it’s real? So, I don’t know if you all know this, but our unwelcome prodigal daughter Aidrian has a blog. Oh, and it gets better. She thinks that she’s me, apparently, and likes to write about all of you. Let’s look at my current favorite post, entitled ROMAN. (Poor guy, he just can’t catch a break.) Thank’s Serendipity, this was fun to read over mimosas. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did. 

Have you ever missed someone so much that it surprises you how much you needed this person in your life, and without them you feel like nothing? I didn’t think that leaving new york would be so hard, to leave the people that I cared about behind. My friends, my family and him. I miss him so much.

His smile. His eyes. His laugh. His voice. His warmth. I miss all of it.

I know that I should have talked to him before leaving, but I knew that the moment I saw him that I’d be weak and not be able to go. I wish I could tell him why I’m in Georgia instead of back home, but I can’t. I couldn’t stay there anymore, not without doing something I’d regret.

I wish people would see how much pain I’m in when I’m there, what it reminds me of… Of who it reminds me of. Maybe a part of me doesn’t want to believe that one of the reasons I left was because I knew deep down Roman deserved better. A better friend, someone who wasn’t so fucked up.

I don’t know who I am anymore, I feel like a lost cause. I hope that I’ll get stronger here… I need to be. I can’t let my past destroy me, but I already feel like it’s too late, that it already has. It’s a good thing that I left when I did, the last thing I want to do is bring pain to someone who makes me so happy, even without them knowing how much.

[ohrcmy]

“haven’t you ruined enough lives for one week?”

[nctalie]

Yeah. Are you determined on me ruining yours too? Because I could, without lifting a pinky. Let’s talk about coke, baby. Let’s talk about sex. Or maybe your younger siblings. Watch your step, St. James. Because it’ll all come crashing down.

[nctalie]

Stella, Stella, Stella.  Be careful, dove, you’re walking on thin ice.  You really are a ticking time bomb,  aren’t you?

[nctalie]

is there one secret you're just dying to spill?

God, all of them.  You have no idea. 

[nctalie]

can we send in tips on other characters?

Who did you see doing what,  and where.  Evidence, babes.  I need evidence.

[nctalie]

who's hiding the biggest secrets?

You’ve all got terrible shit that you’ve tucked under those expensive rugs.  @mcsvns​ has quite a few,  but I’ve got to say that @rosvles is the most impressive.  @jaaacks really got wild some shit going on.  @tvbias should be more worried about what I know,  and @svdies shouldn’t be so secure either.  But this is just to name a few.  I’ve got something on all of you,  I could tear you down if I felt like it. 

[nctalie]

thoughts on some of the girls?

Out of all the girls in the city? Not a chance. You’ll have to be more specific.

[nctalie]

Good evening, Upper East Siders. Did you miss me? I figured I’d give you a little break after the gala, but then I quickly remembered that that would mean I wouldn’t get to torture you. And I got bored. So I propose a game. It’ll be like an honesty hour, except if you’re not asking or answering questions, I’ll reveal your worst secrets to all of Manhattan. Isn’t it fun? I call it, Be Honest Or I’ll Be Honest For You ! You should all really think of this as an opportunity to get to know one another better, with the threat of some light blackmail. But I do play fair, which means you can ask ME some questions. Ask for my opinions on others, send in gossip tips / spotted tips, whatever. I’ll answer them all.

This will last all night, until say ten o’clock est saturday morning. Or as long as I see fit. You can all continue interacting and whatever, just remember that if you’re not asking and answering one anothers questions truthfully  –––––  and I’LL KNOW if you lie, then I’ll tell the truth for you.

[nctalie]

ANONYMOUS SENDER: And if you voted, but weren't mentioned in the blast. You're next on my shit-list. All of you.

[nctalie]

BLAST, BITCHES!

Buckle up, ladies and gentlemen. For this spilling of secrets, you all can thank @lijca. She decided that her own morals were worth more than all your secrets. Please, remember to thank her. She’s currently in the main room of the McIntire penthouse. Ravishing in her gown. Now, enough with the pleasantries, let’s get started. 

@fiitz ––– You’re beloved has decided that @mcsvns‘s dignity is worth more than yours. Did you know that Lija was pregnant? She lost the baby, but clearly didn’t think that the brief existence of your son was news you were worthy of hearing. But, hey, at least SHE isn’t cheating on YOU. What’s the name of that girl you’ve been sleeping with? Right.

And @mcsvns ––– In attempting to protect her own hide, Lija got both of you put on blast. I know you weren’t at boarding school in the Hamptons. And I know why. Would you like to tell the class, or should I?

Also, let’s talk about all your sick-o’s who voted for the destruction of someone else’s relationship. Are you all sociopaths? 

@mcintires ––– Really? Are you childish enough to vote for the end of Lija and Fitz’s engagement? Are you really that childish, or are you jealous? Either way, I think this might cost you the friendship of your long lost sandbox love. What a shame. You’ll always have @svdies. And every other girl you slept with on the Upper East Side. Wait, no, they all hate you. Shit, and so does your sister, doesn’t she? She hates your guts. 

@benjoshi ––– It’s weird that you would vote for the end of the other couple’s relationship. When you and @mcsvns and I all know you’d rather be dating someone far different from Mason. Right? Was I not supposed to ruin you because you won the vote? Well, I am a woman of my word. So I’ll be back for you later. By no means is this me telling you that you are safe.

@cvrsons ––– Your own cousin? Really? How absolutely tacky. I’d hate to be at your next Thanksgiving. Who will explain it to Grandma?

There’s more. There’s tons more. But I’m quite enjoying all this champagne. So I’m going to return to the party. As you all should, too. I’ll be back, but feel free to let down that guard. The moral of the story here, is that you’re all terrible people. Have fun!

[nctalie]

ANONYMOUS SENDER to LIJA TEMPLES: TIME'S UP, BITCH! Are you sure you made the right choice? You wanted be put on blast? Well, you got it.

[nctalie]

IS IT JUST ME OR ARE THE POSTS ON THE HOME PAGE NOT SHOWING UP

IT’S NOT JUST YOU I DON’T KNOW WHAT’S HAPPENING I’M GOING TO EDIT THE THEME THOUGH

[nctalie]

ANONYMOUS SENDER to LIJA TEMPLES: The clock is ticking...

[nctalie]

LIJA: Who are you?! How do you even know about that? No thanks.

ANONYMOUS SENDER: It's your funeral. Say goodbye to Lover Boy...

ANONYMOUS SENDER: You have one hour to reconsider.

ANONYMOUS SENDER: XOXO.

[nctalie]

ANONYMOUS SENDER to LIJA TEMPLES: I'll trade you one baby for another. Dig up more about MASON MARINOS'S stay at boarding school and report back to me, and nobody has to know about that bun that once inhabited your oven. My condolences, by the way.

[nctalie]

ANONYMOUS SENDER: This is all too boring, for my taste, Upper East Siders.

ANONYMOUS SENDER: There seem to have been complaints, recently, that I have been too kind since my return. So I pose the question, of our two favorite "Cemented" Relationships, which ones are REAL? And which are just for the press? Which one's should have crumpled long ago? Let's take a look, shall we?

ANONYMOUS SENDER: We've got our very own John Bender, hockey extraordinaire, and M&M, who claims that she gladly eats all she wants. We all wish we had that metabolism. Or maybe that was hyberbole...

ANONYMOUS SENDER: And then there's Lover Boy and Goody Two Shoes. Gorgeous model and entrepreneur, and her Wall Street Hero. The perfect couple. Ish.

ANONYMOUS SENDER: So, here's where the audience participation comes in to play. Which one should I expose? They've both got very real secrets that could do very real damage. This gala is far from over, and nobody can leave just yet. I've got dirt on all your backs, and if you want to keep clean, you'll do as I say.

ANONYMOUS: 1. Stay at the party. 2. VOTE. Send a message, a submission, a fucking carrier pigeon. But no hiding behind anonymity. Which couple should I expose? Who's livelihood do you want to see the destruction of? Tick Tock, get voting! If you don't, everything else is going to get a whole lot worse. Don't try and outsmart me, I would hope you've learned better by now.

[nctalie]

ANONYMOUS SENDER: Good Afternoon, Upper East Siders! I hope you all had a relaxing summer without me. I had an... insightful few months of researching and sandy beaches. While I was gone our own Goody Two Shoes and Lover Boy got engaged, how delightfully underwhelming. But let's not dwell on their vanilla love. I'll be back later, loves, with some gossip that's relevant. But for now, stay on your toes. Looking at you, S. XOXO, Gossip Girl.