subject: a formal apology
mood: anxious
music: "london calling"--the clash
CPCetc: my thighs said no, but i knew they meant yes
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To Msr. James Barrie,
I would like to apologise for any unkind word I have spoken against you and any foolish assumptions I pressed upon my peers about you. I know how it is to have love judged and the fact that I pressured the growth of this misunderstanding is terribly unsettling. I would like to state that I have nothing but respect for you and I am wonderfully freed from any negative thoughts about you and your life, as I hope everyone else is as well.
With sincerest apologies,
Kiri Palm.

On a completely different note, I have, as of this morning, discovered a wonderfully sinful substance of the upmost glee. Clotted cream. How I could have gone through life having never sampled this amazing work of God, I do not know. But now I have seen the light. And it is sparkly and delicious. *salivates* Toffees and cream=best damn stuff on the planet. If you haven't had it, I pity you greatly. Would you like a hug?

Needless to say, I have not accomplished all of the things I need to this weekend. In fact, I haven't accomplished any of them to the full extent needed.
+my bedsheets I shall wash shortly, that way they don't smell like detergent on Wednesday, but still smell clean.
+the bathroom has been partially cleaned and I can probably leave that as is, but with a good sweep.
+my bedroom I haven't even thought about (meaning I will attend to that along with the sheets).
+the remainder of the basement will probably be cared to tomorrow after Mads, if I'm so inclined. Dienstag if not.
+I've almost finished Oscar Wilde, but not quite. I should be done by tomorrow, though. And then Paiga will have no reason to destroy me.
+lines/music will be looked at later this evening and all day tomorrow
+I've (re)started (for the third time) Chapter Eighteen in Fordo, as well as a possible new ditty that I was working on in Jesus this morning. There were these two girls and one of them was heading toward non-consensual frontage. I'm sure God approved.
+I still don't know what to wear. Any ideas?
+JPalm and I decided that he'd tell Tori in person, so I just need to clear it with my parents. Good times.
+have not had time to cleanse...
+shaving will commence on Dienstag following Mads. No point in jumping the gun, right?

The moral? Kiri was completely unproductive. As per usual. But Finding Neverland is amazing. I recommend it highly. Like really really high. Good Canadian weed high. Even if you're just wanting for Colonel Depp with a Scottish accent, you will be satisfied like non other. I cried, not that that's too hard to do. Throw in some well-presented symbolism and Colonel Depp hugging an adorable child and I am gone. *hangs head in shame*

Two days, six hours, thirty-three minutes to freedom.

Kiri! >^.^< ~mew!