Sunday December 28th

I watched a few episodes of the first season of Gossip Girl with my sister this evening, and I am sorely tempted to watch the rest to catch up.

So I'm thinking all Upper East Side and back stabbery and I come over here and what do I see? A post for Saturday. Yes, I slept from 11am to 7pm, but I checked my mail a lot today, and there was nothing there.

O, the shame. O, the betrayal.

The hurt.

The comic:


Oh my god it's almost 2009 and my sister will be 18 in 2009, damn, how do we slow this vehicle down?

Oop has been walking around with a cartoonish bump on his head for 3 real weeks, thanks to Oola.

But all is well, now. Their meddling friends told them what to say to each other, and it worked.

And she kissed him on the cheek. Ooh the passion is burning my computer screen.