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Fly In Boyfriends!

Who cares if you are grounded for life when you've got a fly in boyfriend?

YES. I GOT A BOYFRIEND.

And he's cute, and he flies and he...you know some details I'll keep for myself. But my first real boyfriend, cuz Nathan doesn't count (he doesn't do relationships...he just...does) and Peter still tries to act like he doesn't remember me.

West and I? We're going places. Our first date he took me to Vegas to short the power and watch the drunks and money junkies freak out. OMG it was SO fun.

This weekend I don't know what our plans are but my Daddy thinks he's finally 'broken my wild spirit" because I haven't fought with him about being grounded. Well, gee, Daddy that's because I have a fly in boyfriend who...nevermind. Again, some details I'll keep to myself ;)

Goodbye, my lover.

So, I heard Niki exploded (though we havent found her body yet) and immediately jumped for joy. Could it be? The competition erased? And then I'm watching some press conference with Mohinder, Maya and Molly while we all paint our nails...and BAM. BAM. Nathan is shot...but how hot was it to see Peter feeling him up? So, there goes my schedule... here I'm excited to take Niki out of the running and there's no one to run for anymore. Peter is inconsolable and wont return my calls. Adam is "stuck between a rock and a hard place", or so he said when I called him. Ass.

So I'm alone, and then I remembered this guy. This guy who lugged me around after he knocked me out. Oh, the upper body strength. Okay so I know I only weigh 102 pounds...shoot me. Or not, don't shoot me.

He was dating the cheerleader though. What is with me and other blondes? Anyway, creepy Noah was doing some bonding with birdie boy and I couldn't stop checking him out. He could fly me to Cabo and I wouldn't need daddy's frequent flyer mile! Oh squee!

So, if anyone has seen the guy to the left. Tell him to call Primatech and ask for Elle Bishop.

I seriously need to get my mind off of things.





I think I need to give a call to my old friend sexy Sylar. Seeing as our reunion wasn't the best. He always has the best advice when it comes to guys... that and he stole three pairs of my underwear. Plus I think Mohinder misses him. Yeah...I don't think that'll fly by Matty very well but Mohinder thought he was cheating on him with Nathan. Oh, juicy drama how appropriate Jerry Springer is on...

Out with the old, in with the new!

So I'm back in the US of A. After another flight from hell and a bad run in with security gate at the airport. I end up frying them...they go all beep, beep wild and then I'm strip searched...really...its not fun when it's a 270 pound woman named Marge.

I get home and Daddy is demanding I'm put in a program. He says my alcohol consumption is going to drive us into the poor house. Insert eyeroll here. Like that's gonna happen. Hello...human Fort Knox ring a bell? Ugh, whatev. So I'm back now and he's already treating me like a toddler. It's not my fault Peter up and dissapeared in Ireland! I'm over it...okay, so maybe I'm not but I can pretend...RIGHT?!

Well. I get home and there's something waiting for me that might just help me you know...get over losing Peter...and I mean that in a professional way of course...

A PETRELLI. An older, wiser, drunk of a Petrelli. But hes still a Petrelli...even if he smells like a salvation army Santa...UNGH.

He cries a lot too...but I'm SURE we can be FAST friends...

Well...I thought I could of had a quickie...er, friendship meeting but Daddy see me getting all googley eyed times ten and sent me to my room. ::sulks:: He's still kinda lost on the fact that I'm legal...and an adult...but he promised me a new car if I didn't drink or go boy crazy for a week.

....That Lexus sure would have looked nice with pink seat covers.

Life isn't easy when you are a wildly attractive tiny blonde with a thing for Italian former nurses and politicians. And Peter's off...god knows where with no memory of me and the love we shared. I know...deep down inside he gets little...shocks running through his chiseled back...and maybe there's a flicker of a kiss in his memory. Or anytime he goes down a slide and shocks himself...maybe he sees my face.

Thank the stars for the mojito mix under my bed (liquor not optional...it's premixed, squee)

I'll be back later...I figure when Petrelli stops crying I can "interrogate him about Peter"....yeaaaaaah.

Woe is me.

So Peter up and disappeared. Whatev. I can deal...

In dealing I developed an addiction to youtube and room temperature mojitos.

So one of my lovely youtube friends happened to show me the following...



WHAT IS THIS? WHERE IS HE? WHY IS HE BEING SHOWERED AND I AM NOT THE ONE WITH THE HOSE?

...and what is that wet rat with a unibrow? Ugh.

Is this a clue? Who filmed this? The answers are out there somewhere but I cannot stop watching this over and over and over again.

*sigh*

aduibj

I've been drinking stufffffffffffff. Whatever thhey hannd me I usst drink it. my daddy called andd told me tht he thinks ill need aaa when i get home...im like aaa? isnt that the car people? i thinkk? theress not much for me to do hear the shopping isznt so great thesre is no nordstroms and ii think daddy cut up my credt card anyway.

whoa the room is spinning and the guy next to me is starting to look cute. think he'll letme call him peterr///?

Patience is wearing thin!

I've given the puppy eyes eighty thousand eyes, heck even making irish bacon hasn't helped me find him.

I COULD BE ON A BEACH IN THE BAHAMAS RIGHT NOW.

...with Peter, like...as an assignment thing of course, GOSH.

But no, I'm still stuck in soggy Ireland developing an addiction to Irish creme liquor. I swear I'm becoming a lush. No wonder there's so many Irish drinking jokes, geez louise!

Crap, Daddy's calling, cutting this one short.

WHERE ARE YOU PETER?