Thanks to these, New York is comprised of financially incompetent writers with insanely large abodes or sexually promiscuous trust-fund babes whose various addictions are only paralleled by the scope of their hair accessories. Or rather, the boroughs are crime-riddled dens of debauchery and corruption. (Law & Order will be filming down the street from my apartment tomorrow. Should I be concerned that a neighborhood park will most likely be set as a believable scene of a gruesome and bloody atrocity? Perhaps. I'm more concerned that there's a sign underneath the stairwell in my building asking us to refrain from urinating.)
Hate to tell you, those aren't the most accurate of representations. However, I know of one show that is true to the stage of life I'm in right now. I refer to this with some trepidation as I have already gotten genuine offers of money in fear that I will do something like this. I know this blog has been a continuous lament of my rather self-involved economic situation, but in the name of Chuck Bass, I assure you I will take no such measures:
