It never ends, does it? What would everyone do if I weren’t around to take the blame for everything? Flynn was in a mood today because Disha and I didn’t turn up for his pizza party on Saturday night. I said I didn’t know about any pizza party. Flynn said I did and that I said it sounded great when he invited everyone the other day. I don’t consider some casual remark made when at least four other people are talking at the same time even close to a real invitation. Who could really hear him? And also he was going ON AND ON about pizza (it’s bread, basically; there isn’t that much to say), and he didn’t make it excruciatingly clear that he meant LAST Saturday. Not to ME! I apologized abjectly and promised that even if Prince William invited me to a mega do at the palace on the same night I’d be at Flynn’s next pizza party. Flynn was appeased. He said OK, it’s a date. Next Saturday. Eight sharp. I wrote it on my hand, and later I made Disha write it down on paper so we don’t forget.
Tonight when the phone rang Justin said that if it was Bumshiva I should tell her he wasn’t home. I was SHOCKED AND HORRIFIED that he expected me to lie for him. He said he still had the negative of me sleeping with my mouth wide open and dribbling, and if I didn’t want Elvin to see it I should just do what he said. I told him that was blackmail and it made him a criminal and he laughed.