my friends are famouser than your friends

When I was young, I used to dream about dating Jonathon Taylor Thomas. As his loyal and devoted girlfriend, I would be at every live studio taping of Home Improvement, running lines with little Taryn Noah, and helping Zachary Ty with quick changes.

I would attend all of the Jr. Nickelodeon award shows with him, and we'd walk the red carpet together. He'd wear a short sleeved dress shirt, untucked with cargo pants, and I would glide proudly along next to him in a daisy printed jumper and front-flipped bucket cap, a classic look inspired by Blossom. We'd vacation with his family to Disney World, and slowly, his pint sized A-list friends would call me a friend in turn. They'd come to my birthday parties at the indoor golf dome, and they'd send me woven friendship jewellery in the mail when I wasn't in L.A.

Well, I never did get the chance to date Jonathon. I sent three hand-written letters to The Rosie O'Donnell show, expressing why I had to have a spot with JTT on the next 'meet your favourite celebrity" segment – all to no avail.

I eventually got over the heartbreak, and accepted the fact that little girls in butterfly clips and Umbro shorts weren't meant to rub shoulders with the celebrity elite. What I didn't realise (at the ungainly age of eleven) is that eventually I'd stop twisting my hair into faux corn-rows and wear real pants, and that I'd meet my very own celebrities all in good time – and without the help of a nonresponsive, kush-kush flinging lesbian.

Now, it seems that all of my nearest and dearest have achieved some form of well deserved luminary status. I've really made it. I've truly arrived.

SNP will be heading across the pond to lend her keen eye and quick pen to London Fashion Week, Mercanti has been popping up in magazines across Canada and the interweb, Christopher is named one of the 'Chefs of The City" and handed a tasty little sum of money, Merrill, Hannah and Mack are getting online shout-outs like no one's business, and of course, there's this mystery betty below:

Now, I'm not one to throw around the word 'celebrity' without a disclaimer. After all, that would create a contradiction of blogger-ous proportions. These aforementioned cats are icons by my standards, and not necessarily by yours. Get to know them though, and you too will be writing them fan mail in no time.