?Oh。 I guess you?re not up for dinner then??
Owen?s voice didn?t sound nearly as sexy now that she knew what a plete asshole he was。
Blair walked over to the full…length mirror on the back of her closet door and examined her hair。 It
already looked a little longer。 Maybe it wouldn?t take that long to grow back。 Or maybe she?d cut
it even shorter。 She pulled her hair back severely from her forehead to see what it would look like
supershort。
?I know your daughter;? she hissed into the phone as she walked over to her dresser and dug
around in the top drawer until she found the little pair of silver antique sewing scissors she?d
inherited from her grandmother and never had much use for。
?B…Blair?;? Owen stammered。
?Fuck off。? Blair clicked off the phone and threw it onto her bed。 Then; grabbing a handful of
hair; she began to hack away with the tiny silver sewing scissors。
Good…bye; Audrey Hepburn; hello Mia Farrow inRosemary?s Baby !
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Disclaimer: All the real names of places; people; and events have been altered or abbreviated to
protect the innocent。 Namely; me。
hey people!
The least painful way to say good…bye
Sad but true; the reality of Valentine?s Day is that it makes demands on relationships that those
relationships may not be able to handle。 What do you do when you both know it?s over and you
just want to move on so you can start maxing out your credit cards on presents for yourself instead
of for someone else? In my vast experience with painless breakups; the less you say the better。
Don?t hash things out。 A simple gesture means so much more。 An invitation to do something ?with
the gang? instead of alone together。 A tender kiss on the cheek。 A good…bye wave。 And don?t you
dare return any gifts。 They?re yours! Keep ?em。
One thing you may not have realized about me
Iam real。 That means I have a birthday。 Next Monday I turn eighteen and I?m having a party and
you?re all invited。 I know what you?re thinking; it?sMonday 。 But really; what else have you got
to do on a Monday night? Your Latin homework? A do…it…yourself facial? Plus; the week willfly by
afterwards; I promise。
When?Monday; 9P。M。 till dawn。
Where?Gnome。 Don?t worry if you?ve never heard of it。 No one has。 It?s a brand…spanking…new
club on Bond Street celebrating its opening night with my party。 Isn?t that sweet?
What to bring?Yourself; your most beautiful friends; and of course;a present !
Sightings
Babsent from school for the second day in a row。D waiting around in the lobby of thePlaza Hotel