So, okay. Maybe when I was younger I did.
I was lonely, going through a rough patch—low self-esteem, chemical dependency issues, unable to break the cycle of abusive, give-give relationships—people would call me and I would drop everything and show up.
But that was a long time ago. Like maybe the late eighteen hundreds. If you think I don’t have better things to do these days than appear in bathroom mirrors during some twelve-year-old-girls-smashed-on-vodka-diet-Sprite-and-half-a-xanax-each sleepover, you’re wrong.
I’m currently in talks with the producers of Saw III – VII, for instance, on a project tentatively titled Mirror, Mirror, based on my memoir of the same name, released earlier this year by Harper-Collins.
I’m also slotted for a guest appearance on Celebrity Ghost Hunter sometime early next season. And my agent is currently shopping my reality show pilot.
Am I a little pissed that I didn’t see a dime from that hack-piece Urban Legends: Bloody Mary, or that the concept for the Candyman franchise was clearly derived from unique details of my life, and again, with no compensation? A little, sure. But I’ve got so much going in my life that’s positive that I don’t have time to worry about things like that.
So anyway, no. I don’t do kids’ sleepovers anymore. Sorry.
