I had to turn down an invitation to someone’s 40th birthday bash yesterday. I wasn’t in the mood for a party and anyway, I was far too busy. I don’t think I’ll ever be going to heaven, though. I made a crap excuse and got found out. (Something about being hyperglycaemic and having to avoid cakes and having to be near a hospital or a crash-mat in case of collapse.)
I feel awful; I really should learn to be more truthful with casual acquaintances of whom I have never been very fond.
Not to worry! I’ll simply put the whole experience down to being just another one of those embarrassing moments-from-hell that will haunt me forever.
(Sorry this post is so short – I really am incredibly busy. This afternoon, I’m making a sex video with R Kelly.)