A Day with Poison and the Faux Beau

Life lesson #749202193187:
Getting a job (and really, getting most things) is all about repeating the same kiss-ass stuff, day in and day out. No joke. They certainly don't prepare you for that in college, but we all find out sooner or later. So keep up the good ass. I mean work.

On another note, what is your silly photo of? Sure does make me smile :)

On another another note, I am going to be in a Poison music video! Here is a picture of me at the studio:




(I will not be wearing the blond wig in the video, but I have always been curious as to how I'd look as a blonde)

Anyhow, the story is that the studio that Taylor does animation for is doing this Poison music video for their cover of "What I Like About You" in which they are creating a yearbook (which Taylor will then animate at some point) and they needed lots of people to come have their portrait taken. Carrie and I were eager volunteers so there will be several "versions" of us floating around this thing, think "Bonnie as angry hipster," "Bonnie as goody goody straight-A student" and "Bonnie as excitable sorority girl." In any case, there's a pretty good chance you'll see my best acting skills on display on VH1 sometime in the near future. Not only did I get to try on that hot wig, but I also got paid $1.00- and I swear that was the most fun I've ever had turning to the right and tilting my head to the left, chin down slightly, good, good, now look at me and smiiiile!

After that, I had my daily cappucino with Carrie, went to work, and then met my fake boyfriend's real mother. Then I had strawberry mojitos with my fake boyfriend. And a nice dinner. And then, after the promise of a week at his beach house this summer, my fake boyfriend and I said goodbye and I thought, I get everything but romance (and sex) out of this relationship... perhaps it isn't so bad after all. And then I realized that I would never be able to live with that, with any sort of pseudo relationship, EVER, and that this is the main reason I am still single after almost two years in this city. But I'm ok with that. After all, fake boyfriends are fun to hang out with, but I'm gonna hang in there for the real thing.


I will admit, I did get a pretty good deal for going along with his charade for one evening- food, booze, and a beach house- what more could a girl ask for? And, I am just now remembering- you, my dear, will benefit as well from this little shore excursion- we just have to pick a week this summer, and after a 40 minute ride on the LIRRRRRRRR we shall be in a salty, alcohol-infused paradise!

I can't think of anything more useful to say right now, as after this excruciatingly long week (when are my weeks not excruciatingly long these days?)my brian is fried and this has become apparent to even my boss. Which says a lot.

xoxoxoBon