Blah. What happened to older me's good mood? So much for not being grounded
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June 2012
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You know, maybe this play isn't going to be so bad after all. I mean, I like to sing and this is a chance to do that, right? So what could be bad about it? BLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! MEWWY TWISMAS! Jude. We need to talk, baby. Ugh, what is this? Chris? Mom? Sorrel, if this is your idea of a joke, guess what? I ain't laughing! . . . Oh god, Mom, it wasn't Jude. It wasn't Jude, it was Peter. In my dream, it's Peter. All the blood, oh god, and Sylar! Sylar's gonna kill him, Mom. Sylar's gonna kill him. We have to stop it! We have to stop him! So, I know I'm probably going to be labeled a complete geek for this, but when I saw it I had to. Petey says it's fuzzy, so at least he seems to like that part. I just hope he doesn't get too hot in it. . . . What the hell is this? PETER!!! Sylar, it's come to my attention that the myriad nannies we've hired to care for Des and Petey are falling down on the job, and little Petey is at your house. MMmmmmm, this is a very, very good day. This is . . . unsettling. I need a drink. Or ten. Mommy Nat, Oode ted dat I hafta asked oo if I tan give Gabweiwah da adwess so dat she tan tome pway hide an' seek wif me. Dat otay? HE HEWAH! HE HEWAH! MY BWUDDAH OODE! HE HEWAH! EEEEEEEEEE! MOMMY NAT, TAN HE TOME WIV WIF US? |