I Am Eleanor Waldorf.

…because the most exciting parts of my day thus far have been getting my roots done at the salon, talking Bliss Spa out of charging me for cancelling a massage and brow wax, and taking an Ambien.

The Upper East Side has truly taken over. Next I’ll be designing a line of clothing for Victoria’s Secret while my homosexual husband and his gay boyf Roman redecorate their chateau in France and my bulimic daughter resentfully snatches up a pie, shoots me a look of death, and trots off to the bathroom to fingerbang her uvula.

2 Responses to “I Am Eleanor Waldorf.”


  1. 1 Stephen May 29, 2008 at 9:29 am

    ‘fingerband her uvula’

    I adore you.

  2. 2 sarabenincasa May 29, 2008 at 2:29 pm

    And I you, sir.

    And I you.


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