TO BED.


B: Booking my tickets now. I can be with you for New Years if you still want me.

E: What good is a year that doesn’t start with us together?

B: OMG, I had a crazy f*cking dream about us last night. We were downtown at the bars in pajamas. Not like footy pajamas, like Blair Waldorf sexy pajamas!

 via & via & via

E: What happened?
B: B*tches were all like “WTF? It’s fricking freezing, quit dressing slutty & put a damn coat on!”

Blair wears pajamas in public. Why can't we?

via

B: Except we were so hot. And our friends were with us. And the haters were jealous. And we were like, “We’re putting 2011 TO BED!”

E: Bwhahahaha. Can that be our new slogan? Apparently it’s been a hard year…

B: April and May were GREAT months. Everything else (besides the Homecoming holiday) can go to Hell…

E: TO BED.

via

B: It was like a big pajama party. In public. And by big, I mean, elite.

E: So, I’m thinking we need to have a PJ theme party for New Years?

B: Obviously, it needs to happen.