the birth of my blog

Since having a blog these days is extremely original, I thought why not? So....welcome to one more of them.  For those who know me, you know I love to write. For those who realllly know me, know that I can be absolutely ridiculous, offensive, and pretty much a hot mess with most of what goes on in my life. Ok, so I am exaggerating a little bit....but like any writer, my goal is to keep my audience interested. I hope I can deliver.

On a critical note--- if any of you live under a rock and do not understand where my blog title has come from, I suggest you watch the movie Clueless, and then seriously reconsider your priorities. It's a classic. Every time I watch it, I discover another hilarious subliminal message that went unappreciated at age 11.

I can't even begin to describe how many daydreams I had about Cher's closet, and her computer program that picked out her amazingly amazingggg outfits. What about those fluffy pencils? Yes, I admit. I would do anything for my life to be a Noxema commercial.

Most importantly, I gained some serious knowledge from those two hours of glory. Report cards are just a starting off point for negotiations. RSVP isn't written on the statute of liberty. Billy Holiday is NOT a man. You should, in fact, leave a note if you hit a parked car. Outfits do matter, always--just ask Fred Segal. Nose rings should be removed when allergies act up. When a guy says he will call on Monday, it really means Thursday (this is soooooo true!) It's important to be picky about shoes and guys you date. Calorie fests can cure depression. Oh, and in extreme situations....dating your ex-stepbrother can be kinda hot, especially if his name is Josh and wears flannel and picks you up from the valley without telling daddy. The list can go on and on and on....but seriously, if you already haven't grasped the importance and beauty of all the priceless wisdom that is Clueless, do yourself a favor, open your mind, and grow up.  AS IF!

Cher Horowitz---if you are out there, I heart you.