Post by MELISSA on Nov 25, 2009 12:18:28 GMT -5
ever being sitting on the steps of the met below the queen of the prep school scene and find yourself thinking something along the lines of “god, why can’t that be me?”? well, this is new york city, and god won’t be able to save you from the mistake of last season’s louis vuitton bag. of course, you’ve got your upper east side with those perfectly polished and shiny girls (and for future reference, they don’t appreciate you touching them to see if their hair is as soft as it looks). as there always will be, you’ve got your kids who are lower on the totem pole residing in brooklyn, the lower east side, and maybe even that random scholarship holder from queens. oh, but you’re not in high school anymore you say? what ever made you think that just because you’ve graduated you aren’t still being tormented? we all know that life is one big popularity contest, so you might as well get used to it and fix the competition. after all, no one likes to follow a no one. so welcome to new york city, doll, where everything is never as it seems.