Post by Scandal Star on Jan 14, 2009 2:05:04 GMT -6
rise and shine Valkyrie,
[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]I’m not impressed, Valkyrie. First, none of you give our readers anything worth reading for weeks. Then you all think that I’m not going to find out? I’m really not impressed anymore, ladies. These girls look up to you, the least you could do is trash their dreams with something worth reading. We don’t like spotting you on your way to your therapy appointment. What happened to your zest, Valkyrie? Your resident evil is not happy, not happy at all. Well, readers, we’ve all seen the new-comers to my list of horrors. Maybe while A is preoccupied with forgetting about Little B, we can catch D breaking her New Years resolution. Why the sudden change, D? Boys more interesting than your alcoholic friends?
But our favourite rich bitches aren’t enclosed within a silly little title. With our favourite IT girls trying and failing to look pretty for the camera, it seems we have a new wave of hot messes eager to step into their dirty old Jimmy Choos. Don’t fret Fallen Girl, cardboard looks good on you.
Spotted – an unusually dressed blonde Bombshell trying to wade through troubled waters. Didn’t anyone tell you? Bombshells are all that coat real bombs, and this one’s a ticking time clock. We don’t like it when one of our girls catch and releases with what the trio is famous for. My suggestion, my little beach-slut? Get some hotter friends if you want to compete.
Looks like someone has built a bridge over troubled waters. there is nothing worse than keeping your New Years resolution, D, so why continue to bore us? Queen D might turn into Queen Bee. No one likes a sober girl, Daph. Shak-reining queen, lunch, no glass of wine. I know your wallet is a little empty, but nothing more? But this if Valkyrie, boys and girls. Nothing stays without trouble in paradise for long.
Oh, D, cross your bridge. We don’t like those who like to fish for something that starts with a P.
One native is lost without another. Seems like life on the streets isn’t treating Fallen Girl too well. Everyone is up on their high horse, Valkyrie. You lose your Jimmy Choos when you fall. Like mother like daughter, little Haley; no one likes a fashion queen without a heart. We hear Bombshell has plenty to give around.
Smile for the camera, K, someone is always watching you. Sounds the trumpets, stumpets, looks like one supermodel is lost without another. You lost all your friends in high places, but the gutter is no place for my old Gucci boots. You may be last year’s model, care to introduce us to your new friend?
As seen in the parking lot of VA, the tiger in full prowl. Stalker Hayes is known to be a legend, but who knew how legendary he would make faceless little Audrey Harper? Even she cannot resist his charm for so long. Is that a smile I see, lady Hepburn? Scandal Star loves a good game of cat and mouse, and this looks to be a classic.
honey, ah, sugar sugar
you are my candy girl ,
and you’ve got us interested. Spotted – looking a little worse for wear, Candy Coma is no longer denying her bloodlines. Once a valk-girl, always a valk-girl, little Suresh. Someone give me a shot of morphine, I don’t think I can believe it. The first hangover is never the last one, Sugar. A brunette phoenix rises from the ashes, a new one is put in her place. Could Nina be the new D? Only time will tell.
You caught me, Valkyrie. My job is to inform all of you wanna-bes with the daily lives of Valkyrie’s Elite. We drink, throw up and sleep with each other. My shutter-bugs have gone from blog to street – I have a tip. Tipsy while tipped off. Seems while one Fallen Girl can swim with the sharks, another has fallen off the radar. Been awhile since I’ve gotten a photograph of someone no one but any of you like. We know her, but we don’t like her. She sleeps with what Bombshell no longer wants.
the Silver family is a good family. They’re holding a charity event tonight for you who don’t get to come. Their newest arrival is blonde and blissfully unaware. But their old teabag is still in the pot, ladies. She’ll sleep with your boyfriend, girl. But she’ll sleep with your girlfriend too, boys. Call her if you want a threesome. I hear she does it all. Looks like Tristan Silver has a life after all. And you all had me thinking no one cared about the fire’s remains; no one like to spread ashes before the time comes. Seems that one of Valkyrie’s two-faced golden girls has met her end-game. We spotted her getting friendly while she should have been babysitting those orphan twins down in the Shaks. He goes to the University, and apparently he’s seen them all. She’s seen them all, too, so what fucks together dies together.
Our gracious party hosts cannot be too happy about this. I’ll ring him out for two hundred dollars after she’s done with him. Think we’ll get even more on this story? Comment if you want me to continue on a “Whatever Happened To…” I love a good lesson in nostalgia.
Our year is coming to an end, and we have new lessons to never learn.
What is gone will come back to us, v-side.
I hear after the Silver event there is an after party with plenty of guilty pleasures, girls. Make sure to take off your Jimmy Choos before stepping into their world. I know I will.
Until tomorrow, Valkyrie.
Remember, you can’t make the list if you haven’t been dissed. Keep trying, I keep my eyes open for new talent.
♥ Scandal Star.
