Hello all. It’s pretty late here. I’ve snuck onto my laptop so I could write my blog for you. I think accountability is part of my 12 step program, so here I am…accounting…to you… my fellow readers. I can’t claim I have insomnia because I do sleep. The problem is the nightmares I have when I do it; and my dreams are worse now because of my BFF’s Dad. Blast him. (See my last blog if you don’t know what I’m talking about.)
Speaking of my BFF, Matt doesn’t seem to be having nightmares. In fact, he was ticked off with me earlier when I woke him by smashing the bathroom mirror… I just don’t feel he should be angry with me for breaking it. I only broke it out of instinct. My ‘Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde’ reflection startled the crap out of me. Seriously, I almost peed myself. (Sighhh…)
Gone are the days when I would pass by a mirror and become engrossed by my own perfectly chiseled reflection. Ahh. Good times, well…except for that one time Peter caught me licking the mirror. Yes my little Pete really knew how to make a guy feel like a weirdo by just a flick of his bangs and a slight dip of his lip.
Oh well, I digress… My dreams were so vivid tonight and; I’m dying to take a little sip of the Bourbon. I really need something to occupy my hands so they don’t reach for a bottle. At least when I had my beard, I could amuse myself by pulling midgets out of it. Humm—Should I say little people? I guess it doesn’t matter. Even midgets playing in my beard could not cheer me up.
Perhaps it would help to talk about it with you guys. My nightmare started out the same as always. *sniff* Pete died, New York was gone, and my alter ego taunted me; but then things changed and I was suddenly transported above the clouds and, and, and…
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(Sighhhh… The Petrelli Brothers Do Napoli. Yes…*choke* Yes, My Pete is sleeping. *sob* Forever!!! I would jump out a window right now, but I know I would only float away. BLAST IT ALL.
*sniff* Excuse me, sorry about that outburst. Matt is standing over my shoulder now because my crying woke him up. I think I’m going to go hug a bottle of Bourbon while Matt sends his boyfriend a message. Later. *sniff*
Bad bio-dad! Put the bourbon down! *squirt bottle*
Man, that sucks about your brother. I hope you find him.
Sweatheart,darling,husband of mine.
YOU ARE AN IDIOT! Get thee to an AA meeting.
Your Wife,
Heidi
p.s.
Peter is not dead-
Why are you living with Matt if he has a boyfriend?
AA sounds like a good idea or crack might work too.
A smelly ex-hobo like you who I’m going to kill some day has a BFF but a sexy, eligible Sylar doesn’t? That’s like, so unfair! :pouts:
You really need something to occupy your hands? Dirty.
@ Claire: Too late…hicup
@ Guy who resembles Peter: Thanks man. You look just like my Pete, come closer so I might touch your cheek.
@ Heidi: Aren’t we divorced? You can’t tell me what to..hicup..do.
@ Mr. Muggles: I’m not living with Matt, just had to share a hotel room with him while out on our mission to save the world.
@ Sylar: I think your BFF is the boyfriend of my BFF.
@ awretchlikeme: Dirty? you might be my kind of girl…Are you a girl? Cuz, if you are, How you doin’
You know…I happen to be around liquor a lot lately…and you’re italian. I think we would get along nicely 😉
Wow and I said that sober, yay me!
Lolrotf awesome, Nathan. I love
@ Elle: If you’re blond and remotely feminine, I’m your man.
@ Tammy: Why thank you. 🙂
Nathan, Nathan, Nathan…do you need to snuggle?
I always have time to snuggle with you Niki… meet me after AA