In which Ayelet drops names, wears another terrible dress, and makes sure we know that she and her husband love to touch each other. It's good to know that some things don't change.
(What? You think I'm going to watch the new 90210 for you too? Ha!)
(And did I mention how APPALLING the media is? Oh god, I can't even go there, plus you can see for yourself. But, you know, the bloggers are no better. In fact, you know what the bloggers are? Boring.) (Oh man, this post could be such a meta-commentary on itself in so many loopy ways, except, well, it's not, it's just some rambling parentheses.) (Though I have been tempted lately to rent that summer season where Dylan and Kelly...well, you know...)