Happy Halloween, NYC

Getting scared shitless and eating coconut cake sounds about exactly right this time of year. Unfortunately, tonight I'm afraid I'll be eating wan-tan/won-ton/wan-ton (wanton?) soup and all that will be scaring me is the thought of what all this Halloween candy will be doing to my ever increasing waistline. I'm feeling less than stellar right now, as the neverending game of "I think I'm getting sick" has gone into overtime and my body is losing the battle against whatever crap the damn yankee weather has brought with it. Despite this, I seem determined to make myself wholly, as opposed to partially, sick off of office Halloween candy. Between the swedish fish and the snarky comments about our current website, it's kind of like trick or treating, except you don't get to dress up and there is no movement involved other than perhaps a small swivel in your office chair when no one else is looking.

I want to know all about Kurt's current weirdness, as I haven't seen him in a good 2 or 3 years. And yes, I do think of Anna sometimes when I feel sorry for myself. Just kidding. But I'll write it at the top of my journal so everytime I pull it out in tears, I can be reminded that life could be a little (or a lot) worse. Speaking of life being worse (scheidenfreude is the word of the day, too bad I can't spell it properly), even though you rejected Sean P's facebook friend request (and we are not talking Sean P Diddy here) you have absolutely got to read the notes. SO SAD. The worst part is that everytime he writes a facebook note he somehow manages to tag his entire directory of "friends" (I use this term loosely, obviously) in these notes so I end up getting an email saying I've been mentioned. What a lie! I am thus unwillingly privy to his entire depressingly emotional tirade about how his stripper fiance dumped him. I keep getting duped into reading other people's crap, even though sometimes it's legitimatly my fault for being bored and/or nosy. Facebook- 1 pt., Bonnie- 0 pts. bah!

Anyways, I suppose I celebrated enough Halloween over the weekend to count for this year, even if I do end up at home on my couch tonight. The weekend was marvelous as usual, Friday night we went to the Access Hollywood halloween party on the Lower East Side and I met a very hot Russian cosmonaught named Dave, who got the digits but has yet to actually phone me. O well. Fun while it lasted. We'll skip Saturday and suffice it to say it was interesting... the night ended well, with a trip to The Fat Black Pussycat and some druken bootydancing with a baseball player, a frat boy (not sure if that was a costume) and a couple inmates. Santa threatened Ben, and the naughty jailer was trying to unzip one of the inmates' stripy pants. It was slightly disturbing and very hilarious. At one point, I heard my name (seemingly, out of nowhere) and it took an entire 5 minutes for Jason to pull off his multiple masks and reveal himself as Peter, one of the apostles of the summer. Which was also very hilarious. I was the ipod commercial, btw, and I must say it was the absolute best costume I've ever had. Even before the sloppy dancefloor of TFBP, it gave me an actual reason to dance like a maniac all weekend (as opposed to dancing like a maniac because I am a maniac, which is usually how it goes). I know you saw the Today Show segment, but imagine me all in black (yeehaw knee-high boots) with no less than 5 products in my hair, waving my (broken) ipod around as I headbang all. night. long.

I'm sure you will have the best time ever tonight and I promise not to bother you at any point tomorrow, as you'll undoubtedly need the entire day to recuperate.

xoxoxoxoBon
ps- why didn't Sunjay call you on your birthday? bad Sunjay! bad bad Sunjay! and bad relatives! wtf mate?