7 posts tagged “chuck bass”
The hawtest bad boy in the history of television just turned 22 June 27th!...
Ok, so not exactly Chuck Bass (whose fictional birthday is May 19,1991) but for the sake of my craziness and the safety of all involved...lets just pretend.
The hottest.person.in.the.history.of.life. celebrated his shin-dig by bowling (omg.presh) with friends and his vomitgirlfriendvomit Jessica Szohr.Crazy what a year can do to one’s carreer..last year, I totally staked down Ed’s 21st private b-day photos on his and his friends’ myspace profiles... this year? not so much. but mostly cause I have myspace now blocked at work. pretty sure for these exact reasons...
Anyway...Ed and Jessica...Here they are together. I hate her so much cause she's super hot but her hair looks really bad here. heee!:
And look. they're wearing sorta matchy shoes.
And aside from Chuck Bass, who looks perfect always and forever and he can wear a garbage bag as an outfit and I would still drool and give him a gold star (like a for real one, I’d grab from the sky), girlfriend’s clothes could use some… pizzazz, non?
Dear Jessica Szohr, please let me be your stylist. Vanessa has more style than that..and she’s like poor or something, for goodness’ sakes! I am the best, just ask all my ladies..they come shopping in my closet frequently and let me style them and always look top notch! And then we’d become besties and one drunken unsuspecting night, when you’d be away on some indie film shoot, I’d totally seduce the Chuckster and proceed to have his babies…I mean..what?!...
Anywhoooo…moving on, it’s a shame that Chuck Bass never did make it to the MMVA’s last weekend. After all that hard work of scoping out the perfect MO spots in secret doorways and janitor closet at all the after-parties, it was a tad bit disappointing that he was a no-show.
Ah sh*t gotta go…my parole officer’s completely unto me and calling. It must be the monitor bracelet that detects crazy talk…
Happy Belated my sweet, sweet Chuck Bass!
that's right kittens, as in the handsome Aaron Rose.
ok, so he was in like four episodes of the show but still..he was on GOSSIP GIRL. you're like instantly golden if you're like even a breather on the show..or something.
the dreamboat was spotted walking around the Annex area, which would totes make sense as the Scott Pilgrim movie is filming around here.
ya know, the one with Michael Cera and everyone else cool...which also happens to star US of Tara's Brie Larson (omg. best show ever and she's so freaking awesome in it)...who happens to be John Patrick's real-life gf. true story.
if he was walking with Chuck Bass, i would have lost my sh*t.
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Ok, so when I was in grade four and discovered my passion for writing and totally thought I was going to be the worlds bestest selling author short of Kit Pearson (who I worshipped and adored and hello The Sky Is Falling one of the best books of all time!), I would totally write these ridiculous short stories about couples who were rich and beautiful and famous and had 18 children.
And then it’d get super confused and I would forget who was who and move on to my next short story… about a couple who were rich and beautiful and famous and had 18 children…
So when the first thing I saw upon opening the book was a ‘guide’ to the ten thousand families living in the building, I proceeded with a big red flag…
But more on that later.
First, I’m a total sucker for covers, so when I saw this:
I was totally intrigued. Even more when I discovered that the book was, according to the publisher ‘ set in a turn-of-the-century brownstone on New York's Upper East Side, The Girl Next Door follows the stories of the building's residents, showing their lives, their loves and the way they live together’, as it totally reminded me of one of my favourite books of all time ‘Kissing in Manhattan’, if only a more nicey-nice chick friendly without any psycho rich boys…oh Patrick!…le sigh…
Anywhooooooo, back to my initial reaction. So yeah, totally became opposed to the focus of too many characters, but surprisingly enough, the book started growing on me. The novel mainly revolves around Eve and her husband Ed, a pair of Brits new to New York and the apartment complex and focuses mainly on Eve’s insecurities and the discomfort she feels living in New York, while Ed is loving every minute of his new job. To tell the truth, I found Eve to be a bit annoying and would even skim through some of the parts that focused on her…her character development could have been implemented more and I would have liked her to get a hobby other than hanging out with the 80 year old British lady. I mean, woman, you’re in New York..how can you possibly not find SOMETHING great about that city?!
Then there was David and Rachael a lovely dovey couple who seemed to have the most perfect life until that douche went off and started cheating on her. I mean, from the description, he seemed to have the hottest, most awesome wife..so why the eff would you go off and do that?! It was dealt pretty realistically in the book i.e. cause guys are douches, that’s why, so that was pretty conforting.
Other characters included a gay couple..cause there’s gotta be one in every book, right?... an effed up sorority girl, a dorky librarian, and another young miserable couple with a bratty little baby, weaved in with a few other characters.
My ultimate favourites, however, were Trip and Emily. Trip, a rich boy whose mommy and daddy paid for his a$$ while he partied and boozed and had no life plans whatever. I was instantly in love. Maybe cause I pictured Chuck Bass the whole time. And then there was Emily, raised by a single mom, total man-hater and an employee of NBC in their production research department. I immediately wanted her job. Naturally Chuck Ba…erm Trip wanted her and I totally loved the cuteness that was their relationship. I think I got cavities?
I would have really loved to have the author explore their relationship…heck, even have a novel just about them…
While not completely scholar material, the book was a really fun read; it was nice to get lost in it from the realities of life and totally gave me hope that I will, one day, upon moving to New York and living in a turn-of-the-century brownstone apartment, find my very own Chuck Bass!
Xo
Ang.
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Oh man, I totally did it. This past weekend, curiousity got to me; I sold out to my neighbourhood and went to check out Jezebel's, the new buzzed about burlesque club all the papers have been buzzing about and us Oz hoodies have been less than thrilled to accept.
For the better part of me, I totally thought I wouldn't do it..would never go in there and cheat on my neighbouhood this way but a few wine glasses in (ok bottles...), I succumbed to Lucifer.
So I took the few steps from my humble abode and two seconds later as I was cautiously eyeing the big man bouncer that I'm still convinced is Lonnie, one-sixth of sexual chocolate aka one of NSYNC's tour bodyguards (um...i mean..what?!), my date for the evening schmoozed us right inside. Lonnie, if you're reading, you are one cool mofo, tell Timby I miss him, his mall tours and hiding in tour buses.
Anywhooooo...should have known from Lonnie's panic stricken face that the place was going to be wonky... and let me tell you! The place was a JOKE. The crampy looking nightclub looked alarmingly not burlesque. Alarmingly not cool. On the carpeted dancefloor - ew. carpeted - milled about the same lame crowd you'd find hanging out on Richmond Street; pathetic gold-digging 30-something year old botoxed women and skeezy cheap-colonged, cheap-suited (tailor those things!) douchebags. Special shoutouts to the stiches-attired looking tramp who spilled red wine on my two-months-worth-of-rent designer dress; I curse the day you discovered Ossington.
But I digress. As for the music? You know you're clearly in hell when the people inside the club start FREAKING.OUT. to Guns and Roses and AC/DC. I mean, I appreciate a fun tune, but come on. Seriously?!
Needless to say, this is not your Chuck Bass' burlesque club; didn't even see the actual burlesque dancers um..dance? Instead, they walked around looking like a cheap version of coney island circus sideshows, tickling you with feathers and saying the weirdest.things.
The only upside to this is that maybe the rift-raft from richmond and king streets will finally stop diseasing all the OTHER ossington bars on Saturday nights AND there has currently been buzz about a few local business owners starting a Ossington BIA to stop this kind of gross infestation. May I suggest my deeply thought out plan of a gated community?...
Go back to king/richmond/suburbs Jezebels and take out the trash with you.
P.S. Please consider changing your name to something like Trampo, or Skankbag or heck, even Gladys. I really liked the name Jezebel and then you came along and now I’m all queasy even thinking it in my head.
Well, aside from ours, that is!
hee!
But for reals; THIS BLOG completes me.
kudos to the girl behind it. She could totes so hold her own at our cocktail nights out with Leigh; I would totes tolerate her criticisms of my boyfriend Chuck's style ; and I bet, I BET she wears the heck out of a Paris/Rome/London white skirt - cause's she's effin cool like that!
Aside from the regular peace on earth, end to world hunger, and an chlamydia-free universe that i clearly put on top of my Christmas list each and every year, I thought i'd be a little less self-less, a little more selfish and make a very humbling wishlist:
Luis Porem RbG Rainbow Glasses
your eyes aren't playing tricks on you, my friends. you're looking at A pair of glasses that you can change the frame's colour with colourful ink!
ok. how cool!
ANNND if the ink just happens to explode all over your face, just think of the fascinating stories that'll create!
http://www.luisporem.com/
http://www.hauteaddiction.com/image.axd?picture=2008%2f10%2f00390m.jpg
Chanel Guitar Case
Ok. So who cares if I don’t even play guitar? No one will once they see me carrying around this piece of beauty! Who needs a guitar when you can fit your life in there?! And with a guesstimated tagline of 5.78 bazillion, I am sure I would NEED to carry all my life in there. I’m cool with being homeless as longs as it brings me closer to the genius of Karl.
And as an added bonus, judging by those legs, anorexia would be pretty awesome, too!
Chuck Bass
For the love of Dorota, somebody please make this happen! Out of all my Christmas wish list items, you’d think this one would be the easiest of all. For one thing, he’s British. For another, he ‘dated’ (and I use that term VERY loosely, being the lady that I am) Drew Barrymore, and subsequently, 173 of her previous boyfriends (and girlfriends?!), and yet, I still wouldn’t mind sharing all those cooties. Dear Rudolph…deliver!
This website: http://weloveholidaysweaters.wehatesheep.com/
And all the sweaters in their ‘window shopping’ section.Because we all know I’d wear a different one each and every day of the 365 days in a year.
Iphone
So sue me for jumping on the bandwagon five years late. They only came out here in Canada like practically yesterday. Probably just as much fun as getting an STD from Chuck Bass, these phones also have the most amazing GPS system! I would, probably hardly ever be late anymore! Unless of course I couldn’t decide over this shoe or this shoe, and this shoe with this belt, or these earings and jacket, or bumped into my cousin’s ex-boyfriend’s sister’s friend’s neighbour’s sitter, or the aliens landed in my living room, or all the million other things that I swear happen to me all.the.time. which is why I’m always late…
But seriously an iphone would rock my world, though it’s probably the least likely option as I’d have to switch my phone service provider.
And Bell wonders WHY I never pay phone bill. Ever.
Get an iphone and I’ll start.
Pfffft.
Japan
Because if Fidel Castro and Kim Jong-Il get to rule one each, how come I don’t get to?!
As boss of Japan, I would be a super good leader. Basically run the country as is, out of my presidential office on top of the Starbucks beside the 6-way intersection in Shibuya.
No, I don’t mean the mighty Opes herself, people. But ANYTHING, and I mean absolutely ANYTHING from her Oprah store, now available online!!! http://oprahstore.oprah.com/
You bet your bottom dollar I’ll soon be sporting my very own Oprah gym towel, flanked in my Oprah workout outfit, while carrying my Oprah gym bag.
If there really is a Santa Claus, that is…
the new Jordan Catalano to um...me, Angela Chase.
the ying to my yang
the hachiko to my japanese professor
the pc to my mac (hah!)...
drew barrymore, i hope you are happy for screwing it all up!
http://nymag.com/daily/intel/2008/09/spotted_chuck_bass_snoggingdre.html
