So I checked this snooty woman into the hotel the other night.  This really prissy young thing who refused to leave her credit card or anything and actually got her way b/c she’s apparently this big repeat guest of our hotel properties.  She gave us her “stage name” and instructed that we are to not under any circumstances give it out to anybody @ all, made it sound like this really big deal too.  Yeah yeah yeah, whatever.  For some reason I just kept being really nice and helpful to her and it’s a damn good thing I did.  Turns out, she’s a celebrity!  An porn film star, in fact.  I started to catch on after she kept leaving room keys for her “co-workers” to pick up… friends of hers that she was expecting, ppl with names like “Zorro” and “Savannah.”  Stefan and I did an internet search on her and apparently she’s quite the busybee.  51 film credits to her name, including Honey Bunz, Motel 69, and The Oral Adventures of Craven Moorehead (Part 15).  You gotta give her props.  51 films in just 2 years.  It’s good to be a giver.  Needless to say, I’ve made it my #1 priority to see to it that she is enjoying her stay with us.  And that she comes again.  Hee.

Hey, I got a cool news today!  The director of my last film project emailed with updates, we’re screening in New York next month!!!  Says the film is stupidly funny and that they’re just finishing up the mixing of the soundtrack right now.  I honestly can’t wait to see it. “Mission: Idiot.”  Keep your eyes peeled, ok? 

I heard that Nell Carter died!  Dude, I was SO all about her show “Gimme a Break” back when I was a Texas brat.  I never had cable TV, so I lived off of 70’s/early 80’s shows in syndication and that show was one of my favorites.  I actually have the theme song on my mp3 player right now.  If you really wanna know the truth, I think this is all a publicity stunt and that Nell Carter is very much alive and just reinventing herself as Frenchie Davis, that big buxom powerhouse on this season of American Idol.  Dude, for real, you watch that mess and tell me I’m not right.  Ohhh, The American Idol fever has already hit me and knocked me out.  I have been ACHING for tonight’s episode for the past six days!  Simon Cowell is such an evil man, but funny.

I enjoy changing my desktop wallpaper every few days, and these guys @ MeCompany.com have some really cool stuff.  Click on the little white dots.  Go nuts.

Been chatting with my buddy Nessa lately, which has been nice.  She was the first friend I made when I moved to New York and I once had something of a (SECRET!!!) crush on her, she was so the Felicity to my Noel. She’s the cutest thing in the world, as yu’ll see, and is actually rocking the student film scene @ Hunter College.  I don’t get to see her much, but we drift into touch every few months and I always enjoy hearing what she’s up to.  I’ve been in such a self-absorbed mode lately, all kinds of dum little non-dramas.  It’s good sometimes to just find a way out of that through an old friend.

By the way? To the woman who decided to squeeze her mammoth-sized ass into the tiny two-seater section with me on the train this morning, I have one thing to say: I did not appreciate that shit.  Ma’am, I’m sure that you were just as tired as the rest of us and just as well-deserving of a seat, but for real… what were you thinking?  There was a whole empty seat right across from us and yet you were damn determined to buddy up next to me.  I don’t know if you noticed or not but I was pretty much wedged up against the metal railing from 190th to 59th, and it didn’t help the situation much when you kept taking off your coat and then putting it back on… then taking it back off again.  Not cute, lady.  Not one damn bit.  The next time you see me on the subway platform, you just pretend that you didn’t see me at all, ok?