9th September 2011

There was a party tonight.  A big party.  I didn’t go.  I figured that I would work and prepare so that during my presentation tomorrow I would give off the appearance of somebody who knows what they’re doing.  I life in fear of “getting caught” but I was damned if that was going to be in front of a group of strangers in a darkened conference hall.

So I didnt go to the party. This was a major decision – being that I always go to the party.  All the parties.  But I know that there is a bigger party tomorrow.  And I fully intend going to that – being that by then I’ll have already convinced the group of strangers who show up to my presentation, that I am not a horses ass, and as such am deserving of a massive night out.

Besides, I like Barcelona. I’ve said that.  But part of the reason is that I have never been to Barcelona and not had sex.  I haven’t had sex in ages.  Not since I made fuck with Guy1....and right at this moment I am beginning to regret being hasty with him.  How bad is the Daily Mail anyway?

So I have had no sex in far too long and feel that I am going through a process of revirgination.  I am pretty sure that Lady Gaga has a song about it and I’m putting my faith in this warm Spanish city to rectify this god-awful situation of unwelcome chastity.