Gossip Girl 1 – TV tie-in edition

No girl is ever too young to wear black

He’d just cracked open L’Etranger, by Albert Camus,

Everyone in New York wants to be famous. Or at least see someone who is so they can brag about it later.

Besides, passing notes is so much more fun than taking them.

Existentialism has a way of killing your appetite.

And Blair saw Serena, her best friend, the girl she would always love and hate.

She was the girl every boy wants and every girl wants to be.

Just to be safe, we should all synchronize our watches. If we aren’t careful, S is going to win over our teachers, wear that dress we couldn’t fit into, eat the last olive, have sex in our parents’ beds, spill Campari on our rugs, steal our brothers’ and our boyfriends’ hearts, and basically ruin our lives and piss us all off in a major way.

We’re smart, we’ve inherited classic good looks, we wear fantastic clothes, and we know how to party. Our shit still stinks, but you can’t smell it because the bathroom is sprayed hourly by the maid with a refreshing scent made exclusively for us by French perfumers.

“Dan?” Jenny said. Her voice sounded very small and scared and far away. “I need your help. Please come get me?”