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That was the ~~worst~~ ~~most decent~~ most confusing birthday ever.

Now I need to send out thank you cards. Ugh, and weed out the fashionable presents from the unfashionable. You'd think people would know what counts as Blair Waldorf good by now! Come on, people, it's been seventeen years!

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Um...Happy birthday?

Oh -- oops, I guess I posted this on the community. Oh well, late birthday wishes are better than nothing at all from... random people on the internet.

Thanks.

The best sort come from strangers.

And since that's creepy in a giving candy to kids way, I'll just introduce myself and pass over the weird. I'm Tim, nice to meet you, and i hope you had a good birthday.

I guess this community is less... or maybe more creepy than the normal kind of internet social site, so either it's better or worse.

And I'm Blair. And it was... like I said, confusing. But I can live with that.

I can promise I'm not a creep, but there's the whole internet problem.

Well that's better than a terrible party. I'm sure things could've gone terrible, right?

So far, I haven't met anyone too unsavory online, so I can give you the benefit of the doubt for now.

I'm... not sure if they didn't? I don't know, it was a tumultuous time.

Sweet of you.

Oh. Sounds like it was a big deal. What happened, gate crashers?

That's what I am.

Just one, and some bad news. Nothing I couldn't handle, though.

I can tell.

Man, really? Must've been a big party. Sorry about the news, whatever it was. Nothing brings a party down faster.

Oh, it was just some boy troubles. But that's all over with now!

Oh. Well, that sucks. Sorry? Glad it's not a problem anymore.

I still can't believe someone got you a Juicy Couture bag.

I'm sorry, I think I repressed the memory.

I think that hideous shade of orange is burned into my memory.

Ugh. Orange is an accent color, not something you lather every last accessory in!

And definitely not a suitable background for gold embroidering.

When I said I repressed the memory, I meant it. You're going to put me in therapy, S.

Sorry, I'm still trying to cope with it.

I'm telling you, the best thing to do is forget about it. I'm thinking of burning it.

You should. It's the only way to rid yourself of that evil.

Hopefully it won't come back in some kind of hideous, orange-and-gold zombie purse.

Ah. Hideous trashy handbag, you'll be in my nightmares tonight.

Not mine! Look, there it goes, being repressed again.

Happy Birthday.

...Thanks.

He still hasn't called you?

Right now, I don't know if that's any of your business, Chuck.

He's broken your heart, Blair.

Again, I don't think my heart is any of your business!

Don't you think it's my business?

...Didn't I just say I didn't?

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