I love when kids from the movie cast of Clueless guest star on episodes of that awful TV version. It just makes things fun. I saw Stacey Dash once about 2 years ago, she was standing outside of Bloomingdales handing out perfume samples. No kidding. Guess she didn’t get residuals or royalties built into her contract. Poor fool. God this show sucks.

Excited as hell about that.

I took a stroll along 34th Street this evening. God bless that street, it’s got Sephora, Old Navy, 2 H&M’s, Conway, and Burger King. Lots of window shopping mostly, I saved my debit card for when I caught the R train out to Target to restock on all my usuals (hair putty, incense, pop-tarts, and batteries). Then I hiked it back home just in time to grab some groceries before the store up the block closed — put them all away, had a hot shower, and sat down to post this entry and catch up on my email. Got another one from my Tech Support telling me I’m going over my monthly bandwith (please note the little visit-counter at the bottom of my front page: nearly 150K so far, innit!), which led me to review my recent webstats. Color me shocked to find out I’ve been added me to the Blogroll list of some certain peeps who I didn’t think read or even liked this here “shitty weblog”. Drama alert. Either hell has frozen over or… well yeah, that’s pretty much the only explaination. I suppose it would be kind and proper to link back, but then again I’m not much for propriety, and kindness is only fun if we’re killing somebody with it. *civil nod* Right right.

Meanwhile, that hyper-blogging fool over @ BoiFromTroi.com linked to me in a poem he recently posted! It’s all in french, so I have no clue what the fuck any of it means, but he seems like a sweet guy (and i’m not going to hold his “boi” usage against him) so I’ll just assume my shout-out is something regarding the way my love has got him looking so crazy right now. One can at least hope, right? Language barriers are bliss.

Ahem. Bonzai, much?